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She opened the door and stepped aside, motioning for Jason to enter. The room was grand, almost intimidating. The walls were lined with shelves crammed full of ancient tomes, scrolls, and books.
Paintings depicting battles, landscapes, and symbols Jason didn't recognize hung in ornate...
Jason had already closed the distance between himself and Ra’s, a glinting kitchen knife now in his hand. His movements were swift and precise, honed into his muscle memories from years of training—he thrust the blade toward the elder man’s chest, aiming to end the Demon’s Head in one strike...
[Jason Todd's POV]
I laid there for three days, unconscious, completely comatose—but strangely aware of my surroundings. It felt like I was trapped in a haze, my mind wide awake but unable to move.
Every day, I saw him. He was me, but different. His skin was burned, parts of his body charred...
[Talia al Ghul’s POV]
“Father, we were unable to find a body.” Talia reported, her tone calm but measured as she dipped her head in a brief bow. “It’s impossible for anyone to survive that fall. He’s undoubtedly dead.”
Ra’s al Ghul stood with his hands clasped behind his back, gazing out at...
The night in Gotham was cold and suffocating, the kind of darkness that felt alive. Thick clouds smothered the sky, blotting out the moon and stars, leaving the city in an eerie gloom.
It wasn’t unusual for Gotham to feel oppressive, but tonight, the air carried something else. Anticipation...
A/N:
As you all must have noticed by now, this is a slow paced fic.
As most of us might know, there is a five year period time skip between Jason Todd's death and his metamorphosis into becoming Red Hood.
There is vaguely little to nothing on how he exactly spent those years, or how...
This memory felt different. There was a tension to it, a crackling energy that made the air around Jason feel heavier. It was a night of familiar conflict, one of those countless times he had butted heads with Bruce.
Their moral differences were like an ever-present rift, growing wider as...
"Well, here we go," he muttered, resigned to the inevitable pull toward whatever awaited him.
The voice in his head chuckled again, low and bitter. "That's the spirit, partner. Let's start at the beginning. Walk yourself through it all—the choices, the mistakes, the moments you ignored every...
The rain fell in torrents, a relentless downpour that seemed to mirror the sorrow hanging heavy in the air. Each drop splattered against the earth, the rhythmic sound a constant companion to the quiet procession making its way toward the small graveyard behind Wayne Manor.
The somber...
[After a while into the beating…]
It was quiet. Too quiet.
The kind of silence that seemed to seep into the bones, chilling the marrow, as though the world itself had decided to hold its breath. The only sound that cut through the stillness was the frantic, pounding thrum of...
The air inside the abandoned warehouse was thick with the smell of oil, rust, and stale blood. The dim flickering overhead lights cast long, jagged shadows across the cold concrete floor. The walls, once pristine and sturdy, were now cracked, scrawled with graffiti and streaked with the remnants...