Only Lovers Left: A DC Comics Tale

The Mighty Fall

Ten Years Ago
The boy woke up in a dark room, with only a floodlight shone on him. Startled, he jumped up off the operating table. A woman with dark brown hair stood over him.
"My name is Talia Head, daughter of The Demon's Head, Ra's Ah Ghul, and you must be Jason Todd," the woman said.
"Whe-where am I?" responded the boy.
"Don't you remember?" she answered back. The memories flew to his head. The plane. His mother. Kidnap. The crowbar. The Joker. Too late. The bomb. Death.
"I-I.. Remember," responded Jason.
"You're lucky," murmured Talia.
"Where is Bruce?.... BRUCE!" the boy yelled.
"Your little daddy isn't here to help you- but I can, come with me to Nanda Parbat."
"Wh-why?"
"We can teach you the ways of becoming a leader, a member of our League, a teacher, an advisor, a legend."
Jason followed Talia to the next room, covered in curtains, and down a stairwell into a cave, surrounded by green candles.
"This is where you were born- reborn," said Talia.
A pit was filled with green ooze, spurting out of a hole, down into the depths of the well.
"W-what is it?"
"The Lazarus Pit, it is used to bring the dead back- and also to stay immortal. My father bathes in it every day, for his million year old body to regenerate."
"So.... I'm immortal?"
"Well, no, but you will get a few powers. Such as increased stamina. And endurance. However, we will train you. Like your Daddy Bat," spat Talia.
"He is not my father. He was never there for me, especially at the scene of my death. He will suffer. He may have took me in, and raised me, but he was too late."
"I hear reports of The Joker, wreaking havoc, throughout Gotham's mean streets. With a psychotic moll with him."
"How do you know this?" asked Jason.
"Let's just say I have inside sources."
"And who is this moll, you speak of?"
"Her name is Harleen Frances Quinzel, aka Harley Quinn."
"So she can be the target.... In my quest for vengeance, the Joker will pay, so I'll kill his girlfriend!"
And so Jason started his training, with the League, learning techniques to defeat and destroy.

10 Days Ago
The motorbike pulled up to the building. The biker put on his helmet- his Red helmet, that the League gave to him. Black Mask stood in the hallway of the building.
"Who are you?" asked the Black Mask, impulsively.
"I am.. your worst nightmare."
The man in the helmet dashed towards Black Mask, and punched his temple, followed by a swift drop-kick to the ground. The masked man stood on Black Mask's face. He raised him by the tie. Black Mask was on his knees, begging for mercy.
"Please, please don't kill me!"
The snap of his neck, was followed by a silence through the air.
More people flooded out of the building.
"Master! Roman! Wake up!" said a goon, shaking his dead body.
"I am your master now, kneel for me!" yelled the helmet man.
The goons kneeled to the ground. One goon remained standing.
"Who are you, and why should we kneel to you?"
The helmet man shot the goon, point blank.
"I am the Red Hood, and I am your leader!"