Titans

Everything seems to be in order.

May I ask, Master Wayne,

are you completely sure about what you're doing?

Yes, Charles. I am.

Very well.

Will you be requiring anything more tonight, sir?

I will not.

Thank you

for everything you've done.

Good night, Master Wayne.

Good bye, Charles.

And again. Head.

Just what exactly were you trying to do in there?

Left.

-I was trying... -Right.

...to bring Donna back.

Stubborn and willful.

I was just like you at your age.

Legs.

You call this place paradise,

but I don't get it.

I've been here for months, and all I do is train.

And you know I can do more.

You're here to learn our ways.

Certain things are not achieved by force.

The ritual we do in the temple requires patience

and dedication.

Your ritual's not working.

Top!

It also requires humility.

I apologize for my words, Lydia.

Proceed with your training.

Your timing could use some work, too.

I hate this island.

Okay.

-Okay. -Again.

Head.

Timothy Drake?

Yeah.

So...

You're Timothy S. Drake?

Can you...

Can you tell me where we're going?

I'm afraid I can't.

I'm sorry, I...

I know this'll sound weird,

but I can't quite remember why I'm here.

It's totally normal.

Nothing to worry about.

It can take a while.

Look, man.

You're gonna have to give me some answers,

'cause I don't know where I am or how I got here, so...

I understand.

Just come with me.

What?

We're almost at your stop.

Hand off!

Hey.

-Are you all right? -Where the hell am I?

This is the next place.

You mean...

I'm dead?

We all are.

I know it can be a lot to take in.

My name's Donna.

Tim.

Timothy?

They're looking for you.

- Look, Ma'am-- - Ma'am?

Maybe you're dead, but not me.

Are you crazy?

Damn it.

Come on, Donna.

Come back to me.

Come on.

Come on.

Wait!

Okay.

Where are you going?

Back.

Back where?

Home.

Well, you better pace yourself, 'cause you got a ways to go.

So what, do you work for them?

Who? The train people? No.

Then why are you following me?

Because you look scared.

We should probably head back now.

Not gonna happen.

Look, I was freaked out when I woke up, too, okay?

It can be a lot to wrap your head around.

It's kind of the point of life and death, though, right?

Move forward, not back.

Which is why it's a train?

Yeah, the metaphor is not subtle,

but it nails the point.

Do you remember anything?

How you died or...

No.

Just know I gotta go home.

How are you gonna do that, huh?

Order a Lyft?

Let me tell you, the service down here sucks.

Hey!

You wanna go back to the train, go.

I didn't ask for your help.

Who are these guys?

I have no idea.

Hey, are you guys from the train?

We were just getting some fresh air,

so if there's a problem...

Do you feel that?

Get behind me.

Run!

- Get in! - Do it.

Oh, my God.

Looks like we got some catching up to do.

In this hour, as in all hours,

we seek balance.

We request the blessings of Artemis

as we begin our endeavor.

Given.

The ritual of Ordigi has been disrupted.

Given.

The act of blasphemy has caused an imbalance.

Given.

The act was committed by Rachel Roth.

Implied.

The transmigration of Donna Troy's soul

has been corrupted.

Any hope for resurrection now jeopardized.

Wait, you don't know that...

- Sorry. - Therefore determined.

Balance must be restored

through the appropriate result.

I request that the council hold that

Rachel is a visitor to our island

and still largely ignorant of our ways.

Willfully ignorant.

May I submit initial result?

Result.

I will oversee an increase in task and training,

as well as initiate a curriculum in the culture

and rituals of our island.

Insufficient result.

Secondary result.

I propose that Rachel be allowed--

I wasn't committing blasphemy.

You have no proof that what I did hurt Donna

or her soul's transmigration.

Please, Rachel...

I just... I don't see why I should be punished

because you all are afraid of me and my powers.

I see why Donna left this place.

I don't blame her.

She was a hero,

and you all are cowards.

May I request that the council allow me

to speak privately with Rachel.

This endeavor has concluded.

I will administer result myself.

I think we lost them.

Who's the kid?

I don't really know. His name is Tim.

Is he okay?

He's still in the fog, you know.

Oh, yeah.

It took me forever before I felt halfway normal.

Hey, what were you doing back there in the woods?

Um, he jumped off the train,

freaked out or something, so I followed him.

What the fuck were those things back there?

Ghouls.

If you get off the train before your "destination,"

you end up out here.

It's kind of a no man's land. Your soul's up for grabs.

Ghouls will steal your soul if they get close enough,

and if they get you, they take you down.

All the way down.

To Hades.

And you don't come back from that.

So, should we talk about the elephant in the room?

What elephant?

Well, I don't know. You're dead!

Oh.

That elephant.

Yeah.

What happened?

Jason. Fucking. Todd.

-What? -I know, right?

I mean, Jason's always been fucked up and had problems,

but why would he kill you?

Oh, you think I know?

He started taking some fucked-out drug,

started dressing like Deathstroke meets the Gimp,

calls himself Red Hood, whatever that means.

Next thing you know he went batshit nuts,

strapped a bomb to my chest and...

Just wanna make sure you're still kicking back there, kid.