Death was supposed to be the end. For Jason Todd, it was only the beginning.

Buried beneath Gotham’s shadows, his story didn’t end with a crowbar and an explosion—it was reborn in fire, rage, and silence. Talia al Ghul stood over his broken body in a hidden chamber of the League of Shadows, her eyes full of cold purpose. He was a weapon waiting to be reforged.

Jason woke in fragments. Pain. Confusion. A name he couldn’t place—Bruce. A face he couldn’t forget—Joker. But the League didn’t care for memories. Only obedience. Only strength.

Days blurred into months as Talia trained him. Every strike, every breath, every lesson was designed to kill the boy he used to be. The League taught him discipline, control, and vengeance. Slowly, the haze in his mind began to lift. Dreams turned to memories. Names returned. So did the rage. He remembered who he was—and who left him to die.

Then one day, the shadows shifted.

Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson arrived at the League’s stronghold, following a trail of stolen weapons and whispered threats. They didn’t come for Jason. They didn’t even know he was there.

But in the courtyard of the League, beneath stone towers and moonlit skies, they saw him. Alive. Standing tall in League armor, eyes cold and unfamiliar.

The reunion wasn’t a tearful embrace. It was a standoff.