She opened the door and stepped aside, motioning for Jason to enter. The room was grand, almost intimidating. The walls were lined with shelves crammed full of ancient tomes, scrolls, and books.

Paintings depicting battles, landscapes, and symbols Jason didn't recognize hung in ornate frames. Swords and statues in black, gold, and jade adorned various pedestals, each placed with deliberate precision. A large window dominated one side of the room, revealing snow-capped mountains under a pale gray sky.

Ra's al Ghul sat behind a grand mahogany desk, his sharp features illuminated by the warm glow of an oil lamp. A jade dragon statue sat on the desk, seemingly watching over the papers scattered beneath it.

His piercing eyes studied Jason for a moment before he subtly gestured for Talia to bring the boy closer.

Jason, still captivated by the snowy expanse outside, took a few steps toward the window, ignoring Ra's for the moment. Talia cleared her throat softly, drawing his attention.

Ra's rose gracefully from his chair, clasping his hands behind his back. His presence was commanding, his movements deliberate. "How are you feeling today, boy?" His voice was calm, yet carried a weight that demanded attention.

Jason turned to face him, his expression guarded. "Aside from this weird emptiness in my chest and the fact that I can't remember anything meaningful beyond my name? I'd say I feel just fine." His tone was sarcastic, but his eyes betrayed a flicker of frustration.

"Also, blacking out last night and waking up in bed with no memory? Yeah, that's concerning."

Ra's nodded slowly, his gaze shifting to the window. He spoke without looking at Jason. "What do you remember from last night?"

Jason hesitated, briefly glancing at Talia before answering. "Everything up until the moment you told me I was dead and brought back to life. After that, I felt... sick, like something was clawing at my insides. The next thing I knew, I woke up in bed. It was like I blinked at the dining table and found myself elsewhere."

"And you recall nothing of what transpired during that time?" Ra's inquired, turning his head slightly to observe Jason's reaction.

Jason shook his head, his brows furrowed. "No. Nothing."

Ra's exhaled softly, as if weighing his next words. "I see."

Jason crossed his arms, his tone growing sharper. "So, since I've answered your questions, how about someone tells me what actually happened?"

Talia glanced at her father, who gave a subtle nod of approval. She spoke carefully, her voice steady. "You blacked out. In that state, you attacked everyone in your line of sight."

Jason's eyes widened, disbelief etched across his face. "You're kidding, right?"

"I am afraid she's not," Ra's interjected, his voice as composed as ever.

Jason took a step back, running a hand through his hair. "Being brought back from the dead was one thing—I'm still wrapping my head around that. But going on some rampage without remembering it? That's... terrifying."

"You must calm yourself," Talia interjected, her tone firm but not unkind. "And mind your tone when speaking to my father."

Jason shot her a glare but bit back a retort. "Calm down? What if it happens again? What if I hurt—or kill—someone and don't even know it?"

Ra's stepped forward, placing a steady hand on Jason's shoulder. His gaze was firm but understanding. "Your concerns are valid, child. Rest assured, we will help you recover your memories and rid you of whatever lingers from your resurrection. You are not alone in this."

Jason took a deep breath, his jaw tight as he wrestled with his emotions. "Fine. But what about my family? Do they know I'm alive?"

Ra's offered a faint, enigmatic smile. "With every step you take on this journey, answers to your questions will come. For now, trust us. Trust the process."

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Jason's eyes narrowed slightly, skepticism flickering in his expression, but he said nothing. What choice did he have? He didn't understand what was happening to him, and for now, this place—the League—was his only option.

After a moment of silence, Jason exhaled heavily. "Fine. How long is this gonna take?"

Ra's stepped back, his posture relaxed but commanding. "That depends on you. For now, you are one of us. You will be treated as family, not as a stranger."

Jason mulled over the words, uncertainty lingering in his eyes.

Ra's extended his hand toward Talia. "My daughter will see to it that you settle in and have all you need."

Jason finally nodded. "When do we start?"

Ra's allowed a small smile. "Right now. Follow me."

Without another word, the two men left the room, leaving Talia behind. She watched them go, her expression unreadable as the heavy door clicked shut behind them.

Ra's al Ghul led Jason to a dimly lit chamber, its air thick with the earthy scent of aged stone and faint traces of incense. The room was minimalistic, almost austere, with four mats neatly arranged in a square formation on the cold ground.

The only illumination came from a few candles placed in the corners, their flickering flames casting long, wavering shadows.

"Sit," Ra's instructed, his tone calm yet commanding. Jason obeyed without question, lowering himself onto one of the mats.

The atmosphere became heavy with silence, broken only by the distant crackle of the candles. Jason glanced around, his sharp eyes taking in every detail. The space felt ancient, sacred even, as though countless rituals had taken place here over the centuries.

Ra's settled onto the mat opposite Jason and reached for a matchstick. He lit two sticks of incense from the bundle placed in the center of the square, their thin trails of smoke spiraling upward and dispersing into the air.

"Earlier, you mentioned feeling a sense of emptiness within," Ra's began, his voice steady as the smoke drifted between them. "Could you elaborate on that?"

Jason hadn't given the feeling much thought before, but now that Ra's mentioned it, he let his mind wander, searching for the words to explain. "It's not the kind of emptiness you'd feel when you're missing something obvious—like my memories, for instance. It's… different."

Ra's hummed softly, a thoughtful sound that invited Jason to continue.

Jason's brows furrowed as he tried to articulate the sensation. "It's more like a hunger—something deep and insatiable. No matter what I do, it feels like nothing could ever fill it. But I don't know what it's craving."

Ra's regarded him with a contemplative expression, his fingers steepled in thought. "That feeling could be a side effect of your resurrection. Death often leaves its mark in ways we cannot immediately see or understand. Or—" he added after a pause, "it could stem from a lack of purpose."

Jason's jaw tightened slightly, mulling over the implications of Ra's words. Before he could respond, the quiet creak of the door drew their attention.

A League member entered silently, his movements fluid and respectful. He carried a tray with a small ceramic kettle and two delicate cups.

Without a word, the man approached, set the tray down near Ra's, and bowed deeply before retreating back into the shadows, the door clicking softly shut behind him.

Ra's poured tea into the two cups with a practiced grace, the liquid steaming faintly. He handed one to Jason, who accepted it with a raised brow.

"This tea is brewed from a rare herb," Ra's explained, his tone calm and measured. "It soothes the mind and nerves, preparing one for introspection."

Jason took a tentative sip, the warmth spreading through him as the earthy, slightly bitter flavor settled on his tongue. Ra's waited until Jason had taken another sip before speaking again.

"In two minutes, we will begin meditating."

Jason frowned slightly. "Meditating?" His skepticism was evident.

Ra's gave a faint, almost amused smile. "Yes. Meditation is a powerful exercise. In your case, it will help calm the storm within and allow you to look inward. This space is intentionally secluded to free us from distractions."

Jason's frown deepened. "I'm not exactly the meditative type."

Ra's remained unperturbed. "You need not worry. I will guide you. Do not expect immediate results, but with time and practice, meditation may reveal what your soul seeks—and perhaps fragments of your memories."

Jason hesitated but eventually nodded. "Alright. Let's give it a shot."

Ra's positioned himself with his legs crossed, his posture regal yet relaxed. Jason mirrored him, albeit less gracefully.

"Do not attempt to silence the voice and thoughts in your mind," Ra's began, his tone gentle but firm.

"That voice isn't you but thoughts swirling around the universal consciousness. identifying with it and then resisting it will only create struggle within yourself. Instead, focus on your breathing and take no thought. Let your gaze rest on the smoke from the incense. Take deep, measured breaths and detach from that voice."

Jason inhaled slowly, his gaze fixed on the swirling smoke. The room seemed to shrink, the world beyond its walls fading into insignificance.

"Now, close your eyes," Ra's instructed. "Focus solely on your breathing. Let every other thought pass by like a stream. Do not hold onto them. Let them flow."

Jason closed his eyes, his breathing steady but tentative. The sound of his own breaths filled his ears, mingling with the faint crackle of the candles. For the first time in what felt like forever, his mind began to quiet.

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[Later that evening]

Talia approached her father's chambers, her soft knock barely audible against the thick wooden door. "Father," she called.

"Enter," came Ra's measured reply.

She stepped inside, finding him standing by the large window, his silhouette framed against the moonlit expanse of snowy mountains. He seemed deep in thought, his hands clasped behind his back.

"Did I catch you at a bad time?" Talia asked, her tone polite but curious.

Ra's turned, his expression unreadable but calm. "It is fine."

Talia stepped closer, her mind teeming with questions. As the one tasked with overseeing Jason, she needed clarity. "How did the exercise with Jason go?"

Ra's exhaled softly, his gaze steady. "It was a first step. There were no visible results, but progress is not always immediate."

Talia nodded, her thoughts drifting to the events of the previous night. "What do you think happened to him? You saw his eyes, didn't you? There was… nothing there but darkness."

Ra's sighed, his voice carrying the weight of his thoughts. "I did. From what I observed, his mind appears fractured—disjointed. The disunity between his body, mind, and soul is evident."

Talia tilted her head, her brows knitting in confusion. She understood the words, but the implications unsettled her. Still, she pressed on. "And this emptiness he spoke of? Do you think recovering his memories would sooth that feeling?"

Ra's turned back to the window, his gaze distant. "I doubt it. The scar of death is imprinted on his soul. Even if his memories return, the cold sense of emptiness may remain."

Talia studied her father's profile, sensing there was more he wasn't saying. She knew him well enough to recognize the subtle tension in his shoulders.

"There's more, isn't there?" she asked, her voice quieter now.

Ra's finally met her gaze. "Resurrecting someone is not without consequence. The universe has a way of maintaining balance. I fear we do not yet know the price Jason has paid for his soul—or how the Lazarus Pit has influenced his return."

Talia's lips pressed into a thin line. The weight of her father's words settled heavily on her. The act of bringing Jason back wasn't just an extraordinary feat; it was a gamble with stakes they couldn't yet comprehend.

For the first time, doubt crept into her heart. Had they truly helped Jason? Or had they simply chained him to a burden no one could bear?