Nanda Parbat is a torturously silent place. Nothing moves, nothing changes— the only sounds are that of stick hitting flesh as people train and fight. There are no grunts of exhertion; such menial things are not allowed, not in the League.

Most blame R’as Al Ghul but Jason? Jason Todd believes it is the damned Pit. No human could ever have the power to control so many so entirely; not without the help of an additional factor.

That additive for R’as just happened to be the Lazarus Pit; the literal culmination of hell.

As someone reborn of the Pit, Jason felt its stench inside him every waking moment, rotting him and killing him. There are no others like him; no one else with this stain on their soul.

Then, his unnaturally neon green eyes meet those of another across the Parbat training ground and Jason’s world shivers.

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