[00:05]
He jiggles the door is useless, it won't budge; it's very secure. He furiously pounds double-fisted into it, like he has hulk-strength, even falls back and kicks it as well. Unfortunately, the countdown is not going to fail, it steadily decreases. Robin is writhing at his restraints one last time, thrashing out his limbs as far as the cuffs will allow, chafing his skin very painfully, a panicked, adrenaline-pumped, confused animal captured by the hunter, ensnared in Joker's trap and can do nothing but wait. . . and wait...
Help me, Batman, help. . .
The timer gets dangerously closer now . . ., [00:03]
God, please, Bruce! Don't leave me and let me to die!
[00:01]
He's not coming, is he? He. . . didn't come for me. Bruce, doesn't care what happens to me, he still has got Dick Grayson, after all, what does he need me for?, He doesn't need me . . . .
I'm nothing to him, disposable all along?, Just a partner to pass the time.
Guess I always was the unfavorite Robin, but all those good times we had, were they real? Or forced . . .? Heh, I know how I feel about it, being your sidekick, your 'Robin,' was the start of the best day of my life!
Jason's expression descends and his eyes go soft, they glance listlessly as the clock ticks yet another number down.
He shuts his eyelids at the last second, almost looking peaceful now. Just wait to die, Jason. Embrace it, this is your fate. . .
Robin's mind floods of images of Batman, sparring, going to sport's games, eating out at fancy cuisines, sitting close, near-cuddling, okay, ACTUAL spooning in the privacy of home.
He wants to smile, in spite of everything, he tries to smile. . .
BAP-BAP-BAP! Sets of dynamite pop around him, only for the fatal two to explode soon, next.

. . . KA-BANG, KA-BOOM!
Jason! Please, Don't think I'm not trying to save you; I'm coming! I didn't abandon you. Robin, hold on!
Batman puts the pedal to the metal, the motorcycle is zooming at light speed, he doesn't let up until he thinks he's about to slam into the building like a crash-test-dummy. Bruce stands and hurls himself skyward, the vehicle veers to the left side and he dashes like he's an Olympian going for the gold. Jason is his gold, his prize at the end of all of it, this madness. He somehow radiates optimism when he reaches the entrance, that is, until he's blown back several acres, blasted off his feet by the travelling fiery bombs bursting forth.