Jason’s alarm blared, jolting him awake. He glanced over the empty side of the bed—Dick wasn’t there. “He must be out training,” Jason thought, trying to reassure himself.
The room felt unfamiliar. It was spacious and well‑furnished, the kind of place he’d love to call home if he weren’t constantly on the run. He swung his legs out of bed, dressed quickly, and stepped into a long, quiet hallway.
Portraits lined the walls: Nightwing, Wonder Girl, Aqualad, Kid Flash, and Arsenal—members of the Titans. “Dick told me about them,” Jason muttered. “He said they were a team he formed after… after I died.” A cold realization settled over him. “I’m in Titans Tower. How?”
He kept walking until he reached a pair of familiar faces. Wonder Girl, Donna, was deep in conversation with Aqualad, Garth.
“What’s happening? Why am I here?” Jason asked, his voice edged with confusion.
Donna looked up, puzzled. “What are you talking about, Jason?”
Garth raised an eyebrow. “This a joke? You’re a Titan now?”
Jason stared at them, his mind racing. “Me, a Titan? That can’t be right. I’m not a hero… is this a dream?”
Donna chuckled, “Did Roy set this up for you?”
“Roy’s alive?” Jason’s breath caught.
“Jason, are you sure you’re okay?” Donna’s concern softened his panic.
“I need to find him,” he said, desperation creeping in.
Garth pointed down the corridor. “He’s in the armory, at the end of the hall. If you’ve forgotten, just follow the signs.”
Jason nodded, the weight of the unknown pressing on his shoulders as he turned toward the armory, determined to uncover the truth.