Night still lay heavy over Gotham. Rain fell without end, cold drops striking the windows of a rundown apartment and rattling the rusted fan blades with a clatter.
Jason sat at a dusty table strewn with electronic components, wires, and tools. His brow was furrowed, his gaze intent, and the screwdriver in his hand turned rapidly, undisturbed by the rain outside.
Ever since Shane had gone to Apokolips alone, Jason had worked nonstop to track down the mysterious organization that had released the Amazo Virus.
For now, his investigation had led him to the Dark Side Club.
In his original universe, it had been a cult that worshipped Apokolips and served Darkseid.
But Earth in this universe had never faced an invasion by Darkseid. This universe's Batman had no files on Apokolips or the Dark Side Club in the Batcave, either.
Jason could only rely on what remained of his memories, piecing together clues bit by bit.
In Jason's universe, the Justice League had fought Darkseid several times. As a central member of the League, Batman had naturally gathered extensive information on Apokolips, the Dark Elite Corps, and the Dark Side Club.
Jason had even sneaked a look at those files on Batman's computer back then. But he had been young, and
later, the Lazarus Pit had left his mind unstable for a long time.
Although infection by the Amazo Virus had unexpectedly cured him, his brain had still suffered damage. Many details had grown hazy.
He stopped working and rubbed his aching temples, trying to recall the details he had forgotten.
The harder he tried, the worse his head hurt. Countless fragments of memory churned through his mind, only to dissolve into chaos.
Just as he was about to give up, a distant yet vivid memory surfaced beyond his