Jason had never imagined in his life that he would feel afraid because someone's moral standards were too high.
Honestly, in most people's eyes, if a child ran away from home without a phone and ended up kidnapped, the parents and child were probably each half responsible, with the parents bearing slightly more blame. But their usual behavior had to be taken into account as well.
Batman and Jason had both behaved badly on ordinary days. Neither acted much like a father or a son. They had a small fight every three days and a big one every five, so if they really had to assign blame for this, both sides were responsible.
And when Jason searched his heart, what he resented more was that Batman controlled all of Gotham, yet had failed to find him for an entire year.
It was hard not to suspect that Batman had never looked for him at all.
That was what Jason had thought too. You had surveillance installed on every street and in every corner of Gotham. There had never been a time when you could not keep perfect track of a criminal's movements, yet this one time, you had failed to find him. How could that possibly be such a coincidence?
What made him even angrier was that failing to find him would have been one thing, but not long afterward, a new Robin had appeared. Didn't that further prove that Batman had never been looking for him at all?
When people got stuck in a rut, they kept drilling deeper into it. Pain sent their thoughts racing toward obsession. Once a question had been mulled over too many times, there were no longer many rational answers left to it. That was why the Arkham Knight had been born.
But after