You die when your spirit dies. Otherwise, you live.

It all started, Jason will later consider, when someone finally went and killed the Joker. Everything else sort of snowballed from there.

Alternatively, it all started when a commie artist decided to up and open a homeless shelter slash commune in Gotham.

Or, maybe, it all started when Jason went and laid his fool eyes on those forearms and that jawline and didn’t immediately run for the fucking hills. Yeah. Yeah, that seems about right.