Jason had passed away a few days ago, completely destroyed by the Joker. You still hadn't accepted it, it seemed like you still saw his silhouette in the dark of your house, the broken figure you saw in the morgue, but standing up, heading towards you, like small hallucinations you've had since you heard the news.

Now you were in your kitchen, staring at the sink you were leaning on. Your eyes were fixed on the tap, a glass of water in your hands, which you picked up after not being able to sleep again, just like the previous nights due to constant nightmares. However, you began to hear noises coming from your kitchen door.

As soon as you turned to see where the noises were coming from, you thought you were hallucinating again. Jason was in front of you, distanced from you. He was still wearing the suit he was buried in, but it was covered in mud, wet from the rain that was falling outside. His hands dripped with blood that came from his nails and had messy hair. He looked utterly terrified, shaking like a leaf in a storm.