Disclaimer: If I owned the Teen Titans, the show would still be going. So, in other words, I do not own them. I also do not own Batman, Jason Todd/The Red Hood, The Justice League, or any other product of DC comics, or Marvel that might be mentioned in this story.
A figure sat on the remnants of a skyscraper, surveying his surroundings. What used to be Jump City was now a crumble of bricks, pavement, and collapsed buildings. Something caught his attention. Slowly, he turned his head to look at the silhouette of what could have resembled a giant T, had it not been almost completely blown apart by his implanted figure knew he was not alone. What was left of the infamous Teen Titans lay unconscious behind him. He grinned to himself, knowing that he was responsible for the death of the "great leader Robin." The Idiot had tried to defend the Alien. And it had cost him his life.
Why they just couldn't understand him and his intentions was beyond him. Why they even thought they could take him on was confusing. Hell, he had defeated the Justice League! The Black Death then realized that he was not doing what he swore he would. Why he was still alive was confusing. He was not supposed to kill heros. Only Villains. If he killed a hero, he would turn to dust, cut himself into billions of pieces, whatever they thought he deserved. There was only one possible reason as to why he was still breathing. Robin was still alive, and needed to be saved. Or else two lives would be lost.