I'm back! With my new version of what happens after "Endgame" on the side of the Robins. I think this story will be great, if I can make it great. Do you trust me? Good, let's get the ball rolling!

The Robin Conspiracy

Prologue – Setting The World On Fire

2014, three years ago.

There was so much pain.

Jason Todd opened his eyes.

How? Jason Todd was killed just a few days ago, murdered by the very same Joker. And yet, Jason felt the sting of life in his body. He felt his soul being revitalized by new energy, new life. The darkness that had clouded his soul for so long, his fear and pain were slowly returned as the peace he found was completely taken away, replaced by rage. Rage at his adoptive father, rage at his family, rage at the world. As he now returned to life, he wished he had stayed dead. Away from all this agony that crept into his soul.

He felt the need to breathe, he was underwater. He dove to the surface and gasped. The air filled his lungs, but also doubt and mistrust. Where was he? How could he be alive? How long had it been? All the troubles in his mind were rushing through his soul. He was alive. Jason Todd, a boy who was dead, was now alive again. His blood rushed through his veins. He felt a need to hurt someone, anyone, it was killing him.

It was killing him to kill.

He gasped again.

Looking around, Jason noticed he was covered in bandages. He felt so angry, and so scared. The darkness around him was extreme, except for the nuclear-green pond he was in. All his injuries pre-mortem were healed, all his senses were at his most. He turned to face the man responsible for his return, and he identified him.

Ra's al Ghul was there, watching him with arms crossed.

By his side there were two figures. A woman, clad in assassin garb, with long brunette hair and very beautiful. Talia al Ghul. And by her side was a young armored boy, with black hair and deep eyes. He looked far from innocent, though. Jason didn't recognize him, however.

"GAH?! What is happening?!" shouted Jason, surprised to hear his own voice after such a long time of silence.

Ra's al Ghul stepped forward. "You've been revived, Jason. You were killed by the Joker, but not even that psychopath can keep such a strong soul like you in the Underworld. I used my Lazarus Pit to return you to the land of the living…"

"Why?!" exclaimed Jason, trying to understand.

The Demon's Head looked down, deep in thought. "That is somewhat of a personal issue, Jason. Just be glad that you're back… ready to return to your father, the Detective, and your brothers. I'm sure Nightwing and young Timothy Drake will be happy that you're back…"

Jason looked down, trembling. "How… how can I ever return?!"

"I don't know, Jason, you'll have to prepare yourself to live again," said Ra's al Ghul as he walked forward. "You can stay in Nanda Parbat for a while… but you'll eventually return to Gotham. And then you'll seize your destiny…"

"My destiny?" asked Jason, confused. Ra's al Ghul always had a funny and cryptic way of talking.

"Save Gotham from itself…" said Ra's al Ghul and showed him the path out of the Pit. "If you can save it from yourself, of course…"

Jason slowly walked out of the Lazarus Pit, removing his bandages. He saw his face reflected in the water. He was alive, he had returned.

The young boy he didn't know stepped forward, looking at him seriously. "I don't condone your return, but if that is my Grandfather's wish, I must accept it."

"Who are you?" asked Jason, looking at the young boy. He looked around seven or eight.

The boy looked up at him. "My name is Damian al Ghul. I am the Heir to the Demon…"

Jason nodded and weakly followed the terrorist and his family out of the Lazarus Chamber. He couldn't help looking constantly at the boy, Damian, who looked strikingly familiar. I remember looking at Wayne family pictures… he looks just like Bruce when he was younger…

Jason and Damian didn't know, but their destinies were intertwined, soon to be joined upon the Robin Conspiracy…

Jason's funeral was awful.

Bruce Wayne was mourning, and so was the rest of the Bat-family. Right now the billionaire was looking down at the grave of his second son, the street boy he took in. His partner, his second partner, was gone. And now he had to answer so many questions to the press and grieve and save the world. He wanted time to himself, but as member of the Justice League and Wayne Enterprises head, he had no time to mourn.

"Master Bruce, are you feeling alright?" asked Alfred as he walked towards the billionaire in Wayne Cemetery. "I know this is very hard for you, for all of us…"

The man, however, sighed. "This is the hardest blow I've ever received, Alfred. But it's not me who I'm worried about…"

"You mean the boys," said Alfred as they looked back and turned to the distance, where there were three people gathered by a tree, watching the grave in the distance. Dick Grayson, Tim Drake and Barbara Gordon. They were close to each other, and they needed to be together in this time of need. Alfred sighed. "Yeah, I'm worried for them too…"

Bruce looked down. "I failed Jason, I promise you Alfred… I'll never fail any of my sons or protégés ever again."

With that, Bruce Wayne walked away.

In the group, Dick Grayson looked at the monument for his fallen brother. He felt pained. Jason was adopted one plus year ago, same time as Tim. They became a family, they were brothers. And after Dick became Nightwing and entrusted Jason to take the mantle of Robin, he was scared his younger brother was not ready.

And he wasn't, but he died a hero. Fighting, like one.

Barbara looked at Dick worriedly. "Dick… you can't… blame yourself. I can see it in your eyes… you are carrying guilt…"

"Barbara… how can I live knowing I failed on of my brothers? I should have protected him better…" said Dick with a pained look. "I loved him, and I lost him. Just as I lose everyone…"

The redhead just hugged him.

Tim, on the other hand, was crying. He hadn't known Jason for long, but they were friends, family, and now he was gone. Tim remembered the first time he had gone into an adventure, it had been Jason's first one too. They shared beautiful moments. And now it was all gone.

But he needed to honor his older brother.

"Dick…" began Tim and looked at his oldest brother, his hero, his idol, his everything.

Dick turned to him. "Yes, Timmy?"

"I…" began Tim and stumbled. He didn't know if Dick would be alright with this. "I want to become a new Robin…"

Barbara gasped and Dick looked at him surprised and shocked. The acrobat frowned. "Tim… you're not thinking straight…"

"No… I am," said Tim and looked at his family. "I want to honor Jason. I… I want to finish what you and he started. The Robin legacy… it can't die…"

"Tim, I just… don't think it's appropriate…" said Barbara, concerned.

Dick sighed. "No, Barbara. He has a point. The world needs a Robin. Batman needs a Robin. And I know from experience that once you get the idea of becoming a hero, you'll never get over it."

Tim looked at him, surprised. "You're saying… you agree?"

With a deep breath, Dick wrapped his arms around the smaller boy. "I love you Tim, very much. I don't want to lose you too, it would kill me. But you have to fly… and I have to let you. I've been training you for one year and half. I think…we can…. Work with you… being Robin. Just promise me you'll do as I say… promise you will do everything to stay alive…"

"I promise," said Tim and relaxed into the hug.

Barbara looked at them and smiled sadly. "Boys… we… we have to the Team about this. They've been asking about Robin… about Jason."

Dick nodded. "I've told Wally and Roy, they will be here soon. They wanted to be here for me, my big brothers… I… I need to see them. We'll eventually tell the rest of the Team about Jay… hope they don't break down because of it."

And with that, Dick and Tim walked away, followed by Barbara. The older boy had his arm around Tim, holding him close.

He would not lose another brother, never again.

Not far from Wayne Manor, a mysterious figure looked upon the edification. This figure was wearing black garbs and a mask. He was an assassin. The most skilled assassin in Gotham. He was watching over his price, his heir, his descendant. The time was coming.

William Cobb watched from afar the silhouette of Dick Grayson and his family mourning for Jason Todd. He smiled. "The time to fulfill your destiny will soon be here, Richard."

The man crossed his arms and smiled, humming a song. Then he started to sing a lullaby to the darkness. "Beware the Court of Owls, that watches all the time. Ruling Gotham from a shadowed perch, behind granite and lime. They watch you at your hearth, and they watch you in your bed… Speak not a whispered word of them…or they'll send the Talon for your head…"

I hope I'm not chewing up too much. This will be Young Justice meets Under the Red Hood meets Son of Batman meets The Court of Owls. Oh, this is getting too interesting!

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