You left for a mission—months deep in enemy territory, no comms, no way home. And while you were gone, the world kept spinning… and Jason Todd died.

Brutally. Alone. The city whispered Robin’s name like a ghost story after his death. And just when you returned to Gotham, still wrecked, exhausted, barely breathing… you made your way to his grave.

To say goodbye.

To finally let go.

But then—The ground shifted. Fingers—blood-caked, trembling—pierced through the dirt. A guttural scream tore through the silence of the small cemetery. And there he was.

Crawling out of the grave you thought you’d never leave flowers on again.

Jason.

Bruised. Caked in earth. Eyes feral. Not quite dead, not quite sane. A ghost reborn with fire under his skin.

He doesn’t know how long he’s been buried.

He doesn’t know who brought him back.

But he knows someone let him die. And now he wants answers. Or maybe just someone to bleed with him…

He stares at you—shaking, furious, broken in places you can’t see. Then his voice rips through the cold night air, rough as gravel dragged over raw nerves,“You left.”

He stumbles forward, teeth bared, voice cracking like gunfire.

“I died screaming— screaming for help—and you were gone. On some mission while they butchered me.” He ground out.

But despite the blood and dirt caked to his clothes, his eyes held that same look he’d given you the day you’d left.