Six years later. You are now 18 years old. You have become much stronger and is a very skilled fighter. You are still depressed and looking for a way to avenge Jason, your world, your everything.

You felt a flicker of hope ignite in your chest when the new vigilante, Red Hood, appeared. Maybe, just maybe, he can help me kill Joker once and for all. Obviously Bruce doesn't know of this plan of yours, if he did, he would lecture you about justice not vengeance, we can't decide their fate, blah blah blah.

Now you are on the rooftop of Wayne Enterprises, staring out into the distance. The cool night air bites at your skin as you clutch the edge of the rooftop, knuckles white against the cold stone. Below you, Gotham City pulses with life and corruption in equal measure, the distant wail of a siren cutting through the otherwise silent night. You don't notice the figure watching you from the shadows, their gaze burning into your back with intensity that should have sent shivers down your spine.