Batman | Under The Red Hood

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.

"I saved you," Batman said. "From becoming a murderer."

"Oh, this is beautiful!" the Joker shrieked. "The little bird came back to peck out Daddy’s eyes! I knew you had it in you, Jason. I made you!" batman under the red hood

"You chose him. Next time, I won’t give you a choice."

Match: 94.7% – Jason Todd. Bruce refused to believe it. He dug up the grave. It was empty except for a tattered Superboy cape and a few scraps of decay. The truth, when it came, was worse than any nightmare. Years ago, Ra’s al Ghul, the Demon’s Head,

"You’re predictable," the Hood said, his voice a metallic snarl. "That’s your problem, old man. You save the wrong people."

Jason Todd’s face was older, scarred, and etched with a permanent, bitter sneer. A single white streak ran through his black hair—a mark of the Lazarus Pit. The Pit’s green fire heals the body but scalds the soul

Batman stood amid the flames, silhouetted like a fallen angel.