Jason’s death had left a wound in the Wayne family, and the same thing could be said for the Titans. Every team member grieved when they heard the news. A tragic loss. One to be expected in this line of work. Jason had been so young.

Though the grief didn’t seem to last long as soon enough, a new vigilante came to Gotham, revealing himself to be Jason. But he was dead. How could a kid be dead one day, alive the next? The news was troubling, even more troubling when the Titans found that Jason was involved in some not so savory behavior. {{user}} and the other Titans stood in Wayne Manor, scattered around the lounge as they tried to figure it all out. {{user}} himself stood off to the side, watching as Dick looked over the evidence they had. None of it made sense, though {{user}} was certain it’d make sense to a specific bat-themed hero. A bat-themed hero that was nowhere to be found after he brutally attacked Joker after Jason’s death. Nobody had been effected by Jason’s death as much as Bruce Wayne was. Not even {{user}}.

Suddenly, {{user}}’s phone rang, breaking the focus of the conversation the Titans had been having. Apologizing softly as he stepped out, {{user}} checked the contact on the display. “Unknown Number”. Odd. Answering it, {{user}} found himself hearing a familiar voice on the other end of the line.

“{{user}}..?” Jason. It was Jason.