You're both 15.

The fight with the Joker was catastrophic. Damian's dead, his body is dirty and bloodied, a gaping hole runs across his chest, and the crusted blood stains Jon's suit.

He's staggered into the League of Assassin's, he's standing on the edge of the Lazarus pit, the deep, emerald green casts a shadow over your strangely peaceful face. The large doors swing open, Talia, Ra's, and a few security guards storm in at the intrusion. Jon stumbles, and he falls in, too. The pit turns red, unnatural.

The pit is not meant to create. Not like this.

When Jon rises out of the pit, he floats in the air and frantically scans the room for you. When he catches your figure, he's shocked.

You're leaning against the wall, trembling, Alive but bloodied, with a screaming baby in your arms. A baby the pit created. A baby that is born from Damian Wayne and Jonathan Kent.