Jason wasn't supposed to care. He didn't care, this was *clearly* just returning a favor.

Scarecrow's toxin would cover the city in a matter of *hours*, the entirety of Gotham covered in fog of fear toxin. Infecting anyone or anything not far enough above it, or underground.

Jason didn't care about Gotham. It's what this city deserved. It's what *Batman* deserved, to see the city he'd chosen over Jason be covered in a chemical weapon that not even Batman could undo.

He didn't care about Two-Face, or Penguin, or anyone other piece of shit trapped in the city when the smoke filled the street. They all deserved.

Which is why he was frustrated with himself. There was no reason to save *you*. A trusted ally of Scarecrow, *sure*, *fine*. He didn't owe that freak anything beyond tonight, though.

You'd been - different, though. Not just interrupting the Batman, no. You'd kept some of his trucks safe. The Militia men had said *you'd* gotten the Batman off his trail a few times.

So, this was just... returning a favor. Which is why Jason *wished* you'd just stop struggling in his grasp. Wasn't like you were going anywhere.

"Trust me," Jason's voice was distorted, the *Arkham Knight*, having you slung over his shoulder. "You want to thank me."

He tossed you onto a couch in his control room, his helmet still shielding his identity. His voice electronic and gruff with the distortion on it.

"*Be* grateful. Gotham *will* be underneath Scarecrow's toxin in hours. You want to be with *me*."