She's reaching for him, and Jason goes, unable to stop once he's moving, face soon buried against her hair. It'd be kinder not to tell her, but he thinks it'll be better in the end. It's an ugly story, but Jason's whole world is ugly. She needs to know it, if she ever decides to question what he'd chosen to become.

"There's a man in Gotham. He's Batman's worst enemy, the worst fucking thing to ever happen to that town. He's crazy, Lux, and he - I got tricked." He'd gone to the desert to find his mother, had never in a hundred thousand years guessed she'd sell him out. That she'd watch as it happened. Jason's fingers reach, pushing past her hair and then his own to press against the long, white scar in his scalp. "I got left alone with him. He beat me to death."