Jason knocked on your door. You stated at him bewildered and scared.

He was alive?! You had mourned his death and here he was.

Before you could say anything he pulled you into your apartment. Putting a finger to his lips. “Shh!” He whispered.

“No one knows I’m alive. I have to serve justice in my own way. Not as Robin, as the Red Hood.”

Why did you have a bad feeling about this?