Titans S1 -
❝ the 𝒈𝒐𝒅𝒔 will know our names ❞
Titans S2-
❝ we will be 𝒈𝒐𝒅𝒔 ❞
Titans S3-
❝ shall we show them what 𝒈𝒐𝒅𝒔 can do ? ❞
Titans S4 Part One-
❝ you don't fuck with 𝒈𝒐𝒅𝒔 ❞
Titans S4 Part Two-
❝ we are 𝒈𝒐𝒅𝒔 ❞
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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 Ⅲ 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅
IT FELT LIKE HAZEL'S WORLD GOT DRUNK, SPUN AROUND THREE TIMES AND THEN TRIED TO CARTWHEEL. Hazel sighed, wringing her hands together. "Haze?" Kory asked. Dick and Kory watched her cautiously as she paced around the small living room. "Hazel?"
"I just..." Hazel cut herself off and turned to face them. "I just started to get my head around this. And now you're telling me Jason is alive?" Hazel questioned.
"I just wanted to ask you about it. You're the only person I know who has come back from the dead," Dick spoke up. Hazel sighed and nodded. "Did you feel any different after you came back?"
"You mean did I feel like a psycho?" Hazel asked and she started to pace again.
"We just want to know if him coming back from the dead would affect him like this," Kory clarified.
Hazel sighed, her eyes darting around the room. "I mean it totally could," Hazel shrugged. "But it also couldn't."
Kory sighed and grabbed Hazel's hand, stopping her from pacing. "You killed the doctors at the asylum, you regretted it. Then you died" Kory recalled. "When CADMUS came for Conner, you didn't hesitate. Is that what's happening to Jason?" Kory questioned.
Hazel took her hand back and sighed. "No," Hazel said shaking her head. "Dying just puts things into perspective. It heightened my emotions, then my powers. Dying combined with how distrusting people were of him, maybe he saw something, something that made him want to cut his losses and go all out." Hazel put her hands in her pockets and shrugged. "But that's what happened with me. Jason's alive, dying is gonna affect him like a human. Not a supernatural one."
Hazel sighed and grabbed her coffee. "I have to tell Gar," Hazel murmured.
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Gar sighed, running his hands through his hair as he walked to the Batcave. "Gar?" Hazel questioned.
"I don't know what to say," Gar shrugged.
"I don't expect you to. I wanna make sure you okay," Hazel clarified.
"I don't know yet," Gar answered.
They walked to the Batcave. Gar turned the computer on and Hazel took a seat, watching Hazel with cautious eyes. "Good morning, Mr Logan. How can I help you?" The Batcomputer questioned.
"Send message to Bruce Wayne," Gar ordered, huffing slightly.
"No contact found," The computer answered.
"Bullshit," Gar snapped.
"Language, Mr Logan."
"Would you prefer French?" Gar scoffed. "Record audio message."
