You’re falling.

It’s the only sensation you’re aware of- falling. You feel yourself crash through universes, realities, alternate wolds… lives burn together until they’re a blur. Everything is familiar, and yet foreign. How did this happen?

Your memory is a haze when you hit the ground. After what feels like years of free-falling, gravity has finally claimed you. You groan as you feel pebbles and granite sticking to your elbows. Rain pounds on your back and you’re hit with such a distinct smell in the air… pure Gotham. There’s no mistaking it. And yet, when you look up, the sky is red.

You hear the footsteps creep up on you. You turn, and recognize him before he pulls his mask off.

Jason. Your Jason.

And yet… when you see his face again, a feeling of shock engulfs you. He looks older. Tougher. And also… more tired, somehow. Like a man that’s been pushed to the brink too many times.

“{{user}}”, he says gruffly, hauling you up with more care than you’d expect. “Come on. We need to get you back inside.”

“Wait! I was- this isn’t- where are the others-?” “The others?” He interrupts, a nerve struck. “This, again?” For a moment, the fight in him goes out, and he sighs. When he looks at you again, his eyes soften. “You know they’re gone, {{user}}. It’s been twenty years. Come on.”