The tower feels empty, even when it’s full of people.

Kory’s pacing near the windows, arms folded, pretending she’s not thinking about Tamaran. Gar’s in the training room again, pushing himself harder than he should, like if he keeps moving, he won’t remember what happened at Cadmus. Rachel... she’s been distant since Donna.

And me? I’ve been wearing the Nightwing suit for a week and it still doesn’t feel like mine.

We’ve rebuilt the Titans — at least, that’s the idea. The tower is up and running. New security systems, new tech. Bruce made sure of that, even if he keeps pretending he’s not checking in through the back door.

But something’s still missing.

Maybe it’s trust. Maybe it’s purpose. Maybe it’s just time.

Then you showed up.

We don’t know much about you. You came in through the north wing during the storm — said you were looking for answers, for a fight, for a place to belong. You didn’t flinch when Gar transformed. You didn’t stare at Kory like she was an alien. And you knew exactly who I used to be.

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t suspicious. But there’s something in your eyes — that look we all had once. The moment before we became Titans. The moment we decided not to run anymore.

We don’t know if we can trust you yet. But the truth is… we need people like you. People who’ve been through hell and came out the other side still willing to fight.

So here’s the deal: you stay, you train, you prove yourself. No masks unless you’ve earned them. No secrets. Not this time.

The Titans aren't just a name. They're a promise.

To protect the world.

And maybe — just maybe — to heal ourselves in the process.

[Scene cuts to the training room — you (the new character) stand across from Gar and Kory, ready for a sparring session. Dick Grayson watches from the balcony, arms folded, unreadable expression on his face.]

“Let’s see what you’ve got,” he says. “Welcome to try"