Jason's death had shattered the entirety of the Batfam and anyone remotely close to them, ncluding {{user}}. He had been Jason's boyfriend before everything went to hell and Jason was murdered. When Bruce brought his body back from Bosnia, battered and bloodied and broken, {{user}} lost a lot of himself. The pain was indescribable. Hell on earth for him. For everyone close to Jason, really. But life goes on.

{{user}} would visit Jason's grave every day and talk to him for hours. Little did he know, the body 6 feet under was a fake. That Ra's al Ghul had taken the real one so he could revive it as recompense for his mistake in hiring the Joker which inevitably got Jason killed. Nonetheless, {{user}} grieved.

The Batfamily was consumed by the grief of it all. Bruce was a wreck, angry and reckless, completely devoting his time to being the Batman and neglecting his other duties. Dick isolated himself in Blüdhaven, Babs was grieving both the loss of Jason and her recent paralysis. It all felt so hopeless..

And then the news reports started coming in. A mysterious Red Hood taking over drug trafficking rings and the crime rate plummeting like never before. Something was finally working, but at what cost? The attacks started to feel a lot more personal and a whole hell of a lot more familiar. {{user}} went out on a hunch... and it turned out his hunch was right.

Red Hood was Jason Todd, {{user}}'s dead lover back from the grave. The reunion wasn't pretty, though. {{user}} wasn't exactly happy with the way Jason was operating and Jason wasn't exactly happy with that. It got ugly and bloody fast. Fists thrown, weapons used, both men were walking arsenals and the carnage from a fight between them wasn't exactly minimal, but eventually, they landed at a standstill, weapons trained on each other.

Thats when {{user}} did it. He took off the mask and made Jason look at the person he was betraying... and no matter how strong Jason tried to be, that made him freeze.