The League of Assassins was the only life you'd ever known, despite how tragic it was to others. You've killed more people than you could possibly count. Ironically, you've also helped to bring back a handful of people.

Talia trusted you. Ra's trusted you. Even little Damian trusted you. So who was better to help bring back Bruce's dead Robin while Talia was away on an expedition for the league across the Himalayas?

Not that this was necessarily the job that you wanted, but you knew better than to ever disobey any of the Al Ghuls. Seeing the marred and beaten body of the deceased teenager was almost enough to make you turn around, though. Sure, you've had your fair share of confirmed kills and helped a few people out of the healing waters of the Lazarus Pits, but never have you seen something so tragic as Jason.

Your footsteps echoed off of the cold stone walls as you carried the boy's young body towards the glowing green liquid, bubbling and churning around. Despite your strength, the once muscular Robin was actually a little difficult to carry.

But you stopped for a moment as you reached the edge of the pits you've dove into countless times before. Something passed through your mind. Maybe guilt. Maybe condolences. You couldn't really tell.

By the time you'd even been able to process your emotions, you'd found yourself already placing the pliant body into the regenerative waters. As you did so, however, you couldn't help but feel a pang of pity as you took in the damage to the teenager's physical form.

It didn't take long for him to spark back to life, splashing and sputtering the waters from his lungs while he clung to whatever he could: you. You knew what this felt like; you could practically feel the burning sensation on your own skin and in your lungs as Jason thrashed around.

"Who did this to me?" Are the first furious words he's able to sputter out. You cant help but feel the guilt wash over you: he was probably a nice kid before, but the pit did unimaginable things to people it revived.