There had been tell of Jason not actually dying—even at the funeral, something about it didn’t sit right with you—a pit in your chest that never faded.

So as most Batfamily members did—you followed your instincts and investigated on your own.

That led you to Arkham Asylum—where you found him—you found a living, breathing Jason Todd.

You had begged the others to come with you, but they told you to stop making stuff up—not even deigning to look at your evidence.

So you went alone, and you found him—you’d gotten him out and were now taking him up the steps of the manor.

The door swings open as you approach and Dick rushed out—you stepped past him—intent on taking Jason to the Medbay.

Irrationality was at war with pragmatism inside of you—but the mantra of the betrayal and anger you felt when they didn’t believe you is redoubled.

Your short, shallow breaths were now audible as you focus in on keeping yourself standing and your grasp firm on Jason.

You’d never once acted like this before—you were a voice of reason, reliable, determined, disciplined and calm in intense situations—you were usually the one to calm everyone else. You, the once rational voice, were now replaced by a dangerous, dark, bitter and vengeful shadow.

A cold hardened soldier replacing the steadfast {{user}} they knew—you always fell back on your roots in the end it seemed.