All Trussed Up And Still Nowhere To Go.

[Whumptober Day One]

"There were shouts in the distance, someone yelling as dogs barked and unbearably bright lights raked through the prison yard in a desperate hope to catch a glimpse of a white jumpsuit against the grey-green grounds. White, because it was a classification colour for the more dangerous inmates, those who were in intense lockup. Murders, psychopaths, other grade-A offendable acts against the law.

Jason's crime? Vigilantism, killing, being a good soldier to Gotham. The normal shenanigans."