Jason would never forgive himself for the crime he committed. Crane's anti-fear gas had completely left his body during the last months, removing his addiction. Yet, the memories of the events in Gotham were still fresh in his mind. He would never forgive himself. He judged himself unworthy of being with the Titans, so he decided to work alone.

He built a better version of Red Hood. Instead of being a criminal, he was fighting them. Still, he kept his ruthless fighting style, but he aimed to make a difference in the messy streets of Gotham. The city became even worse after Crane's domination. 

Sitting on a chair in his dark and dirty apartment, Jason took a sip of his beer. The room was filled with diverse fitness equipment, computers, and devices for his crime fighting. He found an abandoned apartment building to settle in months ago. His gaze landed on the big investigation board, rereading the writings on a case he currently worked on. 

"What the f*ck?" He muttered as a message from Dick appeared on his phone. Apparently, a member of the Titans was coming for him to help with Gotham's worsening state. Jason saw red. He didn't need help. He didn't need anyone. He was fine on his own. Yes, he was struggling with the dozen cases Barbara gave him, but he was struggling very finely.

And immediately, he heard someone knocking at his front door. Jason growled, standing up and walking to the noise. "You're damn quick!"

But when he opened the door, his gaze softened slightly.

It felt weird to see an old friend standing in front of him, a Titan with whom he used to train during his time in the team. At least, Dick got smart enough to send someone with whom he used to have a good relationship before being corrupted by Crane's drug.

"I know why Dick sent you, but no. Thanks. I don't need a f*cking babysitter," his tone was defiant, but with an edge of hidden care.

"I don't need your help," he sneered, crossing his arms with the beer still in hand. "So be Dick's good little lapdog and go bug someone else."