[For a moment Jason's mind is back at the cold, dark warehouse. Bloodied, beaten, and handcuffed, he's alone with a bomb and a timer counting down the seconds to his death]

Yeah. And it wasn't a peaceful death.

[In his mind, Jason also hears the Joker laughing and taunting]

I remember every second of my torture and murder. I also remember the moment I came back from the dead. That was just as painful. I'll always remember both incidents.

[A week doesn't go by without him having at least one nightmare about either events or both]

There are plenty of stories about people coming back as ghosts or something else to hurt the living. The stories are always about how they're shells of what they once were and now they can't pass on because the way they died wasn't natural or the way they came back had them coming back wrong.

But like I said before, we are more than what superstitious stories say we are.

[Again, it's perhaps a belief rather than a truth but Jason had long chosen to take it as reality.

Jason's well aware that he now spends much of his life trying to not be like Bruce and doing his own form of vigilantism instead. From that angle, it's like he's doing his own haunt.

But Jason also knows he's capable of doing things not related to vigilantism. He's even managed to have fun at times. So through that, Jason knows he's not some zombie or lich. He's still his own person]