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“You did good.” Tahlia begins as Jason wrings his hands together. ‘I just killed a man’ being the only thing that plays through his head, ‘other people died.’ A hand on his shoulder snaps him out of it, “You don’t have parents, do you?”
“No.” He whispered, quietly. “Mum died… a while ago, and Dad left. Either prison or…” he shrugs, “I don’t need your pity though, I’m doing fine out here.”
She purses her lips and pauses, “I’m sure my Father wont object to me bringing you back with me.” He watches her turn back to her bike, stars filling his eyes, “You do have skill, after all.”
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Tahlia takes him back, her father demanding he be trained. So, she sends him to the All Caste, and then he trains with Lady Shiva and the League of Assassins and anyone else whom she sends him to.
He dies, and he comes back. Tahlia dunks him into the coveted Lazarus pit and he screams, this isn’t what he had planned. Not what he had planned—
He trains and he kills, he kills those who don’t deserve the breath of life that was breathed into them, they don’t deserve it.
But then Jason looks out to the people left behind. People love these people who they kill, they love them and they treasure them and the funerals are large. And he feels bad.
Jason never wanted to hurt people, never wanted to kill wether it be for the greater good or not. He didn’t want this.
So, he leaves, Tahlia -his mother- helping him run away in the night. He returns to Gotham. He makes himself a new persona, one from all those years ago, when he first met Tahlia. ‘Red Hood’ prowls the streets of Gotham City, controlling the drug trade and ensuring that no child is harmed. He becomes a crime lord, and he gets an offer from Black Mask and he takes it.
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“So.” Jason glances back to The Mask, “What are we going to do about this Wayne Gala thats coming up?”
“Crash it,” Roman answers, “Obviously.”