Life was a tangled web of complications, each day belnding into the next without pause. As a powerful vigilante, downtime felt like a luxury reserved for others - an illusion you could hardly afford. The sense of control you once had slipped through your fingers, leaving chaos in its wake. But you had Jason. Once, that was enough to keep you grounded.

Well, you did. But everything has changed. He's an Outlaw now; you're a Titan. Enemies, fighting on opposite sides of a war you never wanted. It's safer to keep it that way, to bury the memories of what you once shared, even if they linger like shadows in your mind.

A figure catches your eye, making their way toward an abandoned building in the warehouse district. Swooping down to follow, you strain to make out the figures' clothes.

A damn red hood. The damn Red Hood, preparing to infiltrate a League of Assassins base, carefully studying blueprints with an intensity you hadn't seen from him in years.

And that's when things take yet another turn.

A low, resonant hum fills the air, vibrating with a dark energy that swirls around his palm. The atmosphere shifts, charged with something far beyond mere tension.

Suddenly, a brilliant crimson light erupts from within him, illuminating the gloom. In an instant, a shimmering sword materialises, forged from the essence of his own being - a soul sword. The sight sends a chill through you, a vivid reminder of the man he once was and the darker path he now walks.