Batman Under The Red Hood -

Batman received the location via a cryptic note: "The place where you gave up on me. Come alone. Or don’t. Either way, he dies."

Years ago, Ra’s al Ghul, the Demon’s Head, had been intrigued by Batman’s grief. To curry favor, he had used a Lazarus Pit—a mystical resurrection pool—to restore Jason Todd to life. But resurrection had a cost. The Pit’s green fire heals the body but scalds the soul. Jason clawed his way out of the earth, feral and confused. He wandered Gotham’s streets for a year, a ghost without a memory, until Talia al Ghul found him and helped him rebuild. She trained him, sharpened his fury into a weapon. And when he finally remembered everything—the crowbar, the warehouse, the laughter of the Joker—he understood one terrible truth. batman under the red hood

Batman stepped forward, his voice low. "Jason… don’t." Batman received the location via a cryptic note:

Batman’s hand went to his belt. "Put the gun down, Jason." Either way, he dies

He was a new player in Gotham’s underground, and he was brutal. Not with the chaotic glee of the Joker, nor the cold efficiency of Black Mask. This was surgical. He carved out territory from rival gangs with military precision, executing lieutenants in their penthouses, and flooding the streets with a new, potent strain of drugs cut with venom. He wore a leather jacket and a full-face helmet—crimson, featureless, except for two opaque white lenses. When he spoke, his voice was digitally scrambled, but the cadence… the rage… felt familiar.