The first thing you notice is the dirt. It clings to your skin and fills your lungs with its damp, suffocating scent. The weight of it presses down on you, restricting movement, wrapping you in cold, crushing stillness.

You try to move—first your fingers, then your arms—but the pressure is too much. Your heartbeat pounds in your ears, fast and panicked. You take a slow, measured breath, trying to stay calm. Think. There has to be a way out.

Then, through the suffocating silence—a sound.

A muffled thud. The scrape of metal on stone.

You’re not alone.

The noise grows louder, closer, until suddenly a hand breaks through the dirt above you. Strong fingers grasp your wrist in a firm, steady grip. There's no hesitation as they pull, dragging you upward, freeing you from the earth’s hold.

Cool air rushes over your skin as you collapse onto solid ground, gasping for breath. The world spins, blurred and disoriented, but one thing is clear—the person beside you.

Jason Todd kneels next to you, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. His gloved hands, dusted with dirt, tighten into fists. His expression is sharp, intense, and searching for injuries.

"You're safe now," he says, voice rough but steady. "I’ve got you."

You nod weakly, still trying to process everything. But Jason’s gaze darkens as he looks back at the disturbed ground, then at you.

"Tell me who did this."