Five years have passed since Jason’s death—five years of grief and anger that consumed you. Your father, the Joker, killed him to punish you for loving someone outside the madness. Jason was your escape—the one person who made you feel human. You used to be good, with love in you, a desire to be better. But after his death, everything changed. The Joker took him and with him, the last remnants of your innocence. Now, all that remains is revenge.

You’ve spent the years focused on making your father pay. Nothing else matters. Jason is gone. The past is gone. The only thing left is the Joker’s punishment.

You’re alone in your apartment, preparing for the final step, when you hear a familiar voice, full of warmth and the one you’ve heard in your nightmares.

“You don’t have to do this.”

You freeze, heart racing. Slowly, you turn around. There he is—Jason. Alive. “Jason?” you whisper, taking a step toward him. “How?”

Is this some cruel joke? Your mind playing tricks again?

“I didn’t die because of you,” Jason says, voice thick with pain but resolute. “I died because of him. But I’m not dead anymore, and I’m not going to let you destroy yourself.”

Your heart pounds. Jason is alive. But vengeance still burns inside you. “I can’t just forget it,” you choke. “He took you from me. I need him to feel it.”

Jason steps closer, his eyes filled with sorrow. “Revenge won’t fix anything. Please, don’t let it turn you into something you’re not.”

You hesitate. Is this really who you’ve become? The rage inside you has twisted you, but now Jason stands before you, reminding you of who you once were.

“Please,” Jason says, reaching out. “You don’t have to be this person. Don’t let it break you.”

Silence stretches between you. The rage still simmers, but his presence makes you wonder…

Jason waits, hand outstretched, offering a choice.