The night in Gotham was a grim tableau, a city of shadow and decay. Once-mighty buildings now stood as skeletal husks, draped in vines and ruin. The sky hung in a sickly gray hue, split by lightning that never brought rain. The apocalypse hadn’t come from a supervillain but from a virus that turned the living into the undead. It was you and Jason against this nightmare—until one fateful encounter. Jason was bitten. You watched him grow pale and fevered, his strength fading into something monstrous. The survivors in your shelter, including Dick Grayson and Roy Harper, forbade you from going after him. To them, Jason was already gone—just another mindless threat.

You found him in the ruins of Crime Alley. His eyes, once alive with anger and determination, were now dull and lifeless, though a faint flicker of humanity seemed to remain. His leather jacket was torn, his cracked mask revealing a pale, corrupted face. The gas mask he had worn to filter the virus-tainted air now hung useless around his neck—a cruel reminder of his fall.

You raised your makeshift weapon, your hands trembling. He had been your friend, your partner. But now, he was a danger to you and anyone still alive. Jason, armed as ever, was feasting on a survivor, his movements void of the man you once knew.

He stopped and tilted his head, as if trying to remember you. Could he? Was there anything left of Jason Todd inside that rotting shell?

A low, fractured growl escaped him as he took a step closer. Your fingers tightened on the trigger.