Jason died, Jason lived again.
His life was as peaceful as ever, patrolling at night, arguing with his control-freak father, saying hello to the green plants he raised...
That's how it should be.
Until he saw with his own eyes that the manor he was familiar with and all the people he knew were reduced to ashes in the fire.
He got a cold shot and closed his eyes forever.
Then he went back to the week before the fire.
Well, death does not mean rest.
He tried to fish out the dark bats and birds from the fire, but always failed for various ridiculous reasons.
The Dark Knight fell into the abyss of night before his eyes, and the robin flapped its wings and cried amid the fire and explosions...
He has forgotten how many times he has failed and how many times he has gotten up.
In the ten thousandth restart of fate, he put on the hood again.
This time, he will never fail!
Mission: The world is worth living and the future is promising