October 31, 19:57 EDT
Artemis and Zatanna walked through the streets of Manhattan.
"Girls night out?" Zatanna asked.
"Do you even have to ask?" Artemis replied.
The two stopped crime left and right.
"Teah taht s'nopaew letam!" Zatanna cried.
The gun in the mugger's hand burned, and he dropped it.
Artremis shot an arrow from her bow at the mugger.
The two saw a young girl being surrounded by three young men.
"Etativel reh!" Zatanna cried.
Artemis flipped over to the men and began punching them.
"You're safe now." she told the girl.
"Thanks..." the girl said.
"There were easier ways to solve that." Zatanna told her.
"Gee, is it just me or am I getting a sense of deja vu?" Artemis asked.
"Come on. Let's go to Greta's grave."
Artemis nodded in agreement.
The two girls walked over to New York Marble Cemetary. The grave of Greta Hayes, which had been moved to the cemetary by Artemis and Zatanna six years ago, had wilting flowers on it.
"Here you go Greta." Zatanna said.
She placed a bouqet of roses on Greta's grave.
Likewise, Artemis put a bouqet of numerous flowers on her grave.
Artemis and Zatanna smiled at each other.
"We never knew how good we had it back then." Zatanna said.
"No, we didn't." Artemis agreed.
A girl in a white cloak, standing underneath the trees in the cemetary smiled at Zatanna and Artemis.
"Secret!" Greta happily said.
The dancing became violent and out of control at Cassandra's party.
Tim was thrown in the middle of a huge crowd.
"Cassie!" he tried yelling over the music. "Cassie!"
"She can't hear you." a male voice whispered in his ear.
He turned around, but no one was close enough to him.
Confused, he looked around through the crowd.
A light popping sound echoed through his ears.
Furtherly confused, he looked around, and saw a young man in a domino mask and brown trench coat flickering in and out of existence in his vision. He was flickering towards him. A knife was in his hand.
Tim ran through the crowd.
"Can't you guys see him? He has a knife!"
No one could hear him over the loud music.
Tim ran out of the crowd. He tripped over a backpack by a tombstone.
The young man caught up to him.
"Hey there, bird boy." he said.
"Who are you?"
"I think you already know."
He glanced over to the tombstone.
"Jason...Jason Todd? But that's impossible! You..."
"Died? I know, I'm shocked too." Jason said.
"I'm here to teach you a lesson, bird boy. Let's see if you're as good of a replacement for me as I was for Dick." Jason told him. "Which, according to Bruce, I wasn't so great."
"No..." Tim said.
Jason punched Tim in the eye, the nose, and the jaw. He kicked his body on the ground.
"Fight back!" Jason yelled.
"Stop...please..." Tim begged.
"You know how I died, don't you? Begging him to stop." Jason said.
"Begging that crazy clown to stop..."
An image of a bloody crowbar danced before his eyes. As did an image of himself, in the same position he put Tim in.
"Sorry bird boy," Jason told him. He sounded partially sincere.
"I hope you're a better Robin than I was."
He put on a red helmet.
"If you ever want to find me...don't. You don't want to find Red Hood."
With that, Jason left.
"Tim!" Cassie cried.
She ran over to him.
"Tim, what happened?" Cassie asked.
"It was J...it was the Red Hood," Tim told her.
Cassie dropped Tim off at Wayne Manor. Alfred had began to clean off the dirt-filled wounds covering Tim.
Dick and Barbara arrived shortly afterwords.
"Tim, what happened!" Dick exclaimed.
"I got beaten up by some punk called Red Hood," Tim said. In part, it was truthful.
"We'll find this guy," Barbara promised.
"I think you two need to tell me how Jason died," Tim said.
Dick and Barbara exchanged nervous glances, as did Cassie and Alfred.
"Jason died a hero." Dick said. "That's all you need to know."
"Yeah, but how? Was it on a mission, or what?"
"Jason was... murdered... by the Joker..." Barbara said.
"He tried to stop the Joker from killing people with a bomb. Turns out the Joker turned on the bomb inside the warehouse. He already had Jason tied and locked up in there, he was going to die either way. But that didn't stop the Joker from beating him nearly to death with a crowbar." Dick said. "B- Batman and I, we tried our best to get there in time...but we didn't..."
"Oh..." Tim said.
Jason Todd, now known as the Red Hood, had a very busy Halloween night.
He rounded up all of Gotham's drug and crime lords.
"Hello, gentlemen!" he announced to the meeting.
"Who the heck are you?" one asked.
"Forget, this I'm out." one said.
"Sit down!" Jason yelled.
He pulled out an AK-47 and shot down at the table. The lords ducked for cover.
"You want to die? There's easier ways to kill yourself!" one yelled.
"Yeah, tell that to the guy holding an AK-47," Jason replied.
"Listen to me, you drug-pedaling scumbags, I will be running the drug trade from now on. You eight are the most prosperous dealers in Gotham, I'm offering you morons a deal: you go about your business as usual, but pick up forty percent to me. That's a much sweeter deal than the scraps Black Mask is leaving you, isn't it? In return, you will have total protection from both Black Mask...and Batman. But you stay away from kids in schoolyards, hear me? No selling to children, got it? If you do, you're dead."
"Oh, and if you have any doubts, here are the heads of several of your lieutenants." Jason said. He threw down a brown burlap bag.
"If I did that in three hours, think of what I can do the whole night!"
"Now, the Red Hood is in charge."
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October 31, 11:16 EST
Ra's Al Ghul was on a video conference with his associates Vandal Savage, Queen Bee, and Lex Luthor.
"Did everything go according to plan?" Vandal asked.
"Yes," Ra's replied.
"Jason... has seen the Light."