His gut twisted and churned.
She already had an injured leg.
She already had an injured leg, and he had just taken away her good one.
His lips drew into a thin, tight line as his skin paled and green - now glowing - eyes widened. Jason didn't think a lot about the origin of his alter ego. He didn't like to draw the connection between Red Hood and Joker, especially when everyone else was so keen on doing it. But Red Hood had been the Joker's previous act, before Jason redid it and made it his own, and it was hard not to draw the connections between what he had done and what the Joker had done to Barbara Gordon.
He didn't really know her that well, but he knew the story line. Everyone did. The Killing Joke was infamous for crippling Barbara as a plot device, and she was only able to reinvent herself as the Oracle when a different set of writers took over.
No. Joker had hurt her to antagonize. This had been to protect himself, and to protect Eddie. He didn't know that she was Meggie. Neither her or Eddie gave any clue that they knew each other in that way, and he had been justified in shooting her after she shot him first.
...But that didn't make him feel any better.
"I understand," he managed to croak out. His eyes were welling up with tears. He tried to stop himself from crying by furiously blinking them away, but the tears stubbornly remained. Why was he crying over this? There were so many other reasons to cry in his life, but this was the breaking point? Comparing himself to Joker, even when he knew that they were really nothing alike?
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