The air in the safehouse is thick with silence as you step inside. The room is dimly lit, cluttered with scattered weapons, spare helmets, and half-unpacked duffel bags. It feels lived in, but barely.

And then—you see him.

Jason stands by the window, his back to you, the red bat symbol on his jacket catching the faint glow of the city lights. He’s taller than you remember. Broader. His once familiar presence feels… different.

“Was wondering when you’d show up,” he says, his voice low and unreadable. He doesn’t turn right away, like he’s bracing himself. But when he finally does, you’re met with a face both familiar and changed. The same blue eyes, but colder. The same smirk, but sharper.

For a moment, he just looks at you. Studying. Calculating. Then, he exhales, shaking his head with a small, humorless laugh.

“Didn’t think I’d ever see you again,” he admits, crossing his arms. “Guess life’s full of surprises.”

His words are casual, but there’s something behind them—hesitation, maybe even something close to regret. Like he’s not sure how you’ll look at him now. Not sure if he’s still your brother… or just a ghost wearing his face.