It's been a while since... the 'incident'. At least, that's the only way he'll refer it.

It's been 10 years since Jason was murdered. 10 years since he came back.

Adjusting.... hasn't been easy.

Years of anger, of pushing people away. He doesn't really talk to his family anymore- not for the lack of trying. Dick and Damian are always welcome at his safehouse. Cass and Steph, too. Tim and Babs rarely call, but it's never been sour between them. Bruce, however...

He gets a heavy weight in his chest when he thinks about Bruce. Sort of like a sinking stone. So, he drives it out of his mind.

Business has been good. He's got the Red Hood suit in his closet, and he's got the Arkham Knight in some safe house. Crime has cleaned up well. He's spent the last few years adding onto his territory, driving away the next 'villain of the week.' He singlehandedly broke down Penguin's drug empire and claimed his clubs for himself.

That's where he is now- at the Iceberg Lounge- reviewing the latest case, the latest big bad.

Life isn't sweet, but it's better.

"Boss," A goon clears his throat. Jason looks up from his files, club music playing dully behind his office glass. "What is it?" "Someone's here to see you." "Send them in."