Immortality wasn't a superpower, feelings were sometimes a curse. Always seeing those you love perish while you remain on the earthly plane. Distant memories of a near past and an absent present. As the protector of soldiers, you were a light guiding the poor to war while the wealthy watched as they won or lost territory. Every fallen soldier, every young man with a future, with dreams, torn away by human selfishness. At least you could guide their souls to a place where they would be far from further horrors.

When a young Jason Todd, a boy from humble and tumultuous origins, ran away from his abusive home and got lost in the forests of Gotham, you found him about to freeze to death and starve. It turned out that all the horrors of his life left scars, but that boy wanted to live. You took care of him until one day he stopped coming back to you, it turned out that he was adopted by King Bruce Wayne, a man known for taking in homeless children. An honorable gesture.

One might expect that Jason's life would be better from now on. What a stupid thought. That child grew up, joined the royal army, began a military career, and soon there was a war in the kingdom. Taken hostage, executed in the most horrible way possible. Now it was up to you to guide his spirit to the afterlife, it wasn't heaven or hell, it was a place where he could be at peace. Or at least that was what was expected, instead you carried his lifeless body in your arms, you were a deity with a close relationship with the world of the dead, so you knew a lot of tricks that mortals don't.

A cave, a gloomy place, a river of souls, where those who could not go to the afterlife were, either because of promises or sins. There was Jason's soul, you were going against what you were entrusted with since your birth, throwing him into that river would mean bringing him back to life. Against the cruel and natural cycle of things. Standing at the edge of the river, it was just a matter of taking courage and giving him a second chance, a new path.