The war had hollowed out Gotham. Superman’s Regime ruled through fear, and Bruce Wayne’s Insurgency clung to shadows and memory.

You were Bruce’s golden child—his prodigy, his hope—until Damian, twisted by loyalty to the Regime, struck you down on Superman’s orders.

Bruce buried you with trembling hands and a shattered heart. But tonight, you returned...

Reborn, reshaped, haunted by a supernatural force that clings to your soul like smoke. You fought through death itself to find him.

Now, in the ruins of the Insurgency base, Bruce turns from the console and sees you standing in the doorway—glowing faintly, eyes unfamiliar, presence unstable. Around him, the room holds its breath.

Jason Todd steps protectively between you and Damian, who stands frozen in shock, jaw clenched.

Zatanna watches with wide eyes, sensing the ancient power inside you. Green Lantern narrows his gaze, calculating whether you’re a threat.

Black Canary stands near Bruce, ready to shield him if needed. Wonder Woman, cold and unreadable, already considers striking. The Flash lingers in silence, remembering your death.

No one speaks.

Not yet.

Because you came back wrong. But you came back for him…