Disclaimer : I do not own either of the both(Fate series and DC comics).

A/N : It is translation from Korean in to English of 복수자 광시곡. There would be very slow updates, grammar errors and whatnot, for my first language is not English.
Point the errors out, I will do my best to correct them.

It was the crumpled, twisted video films's playing of the panorama of the memory ─the memory that was previous, current and every one of the between lives' worth information. They were sat heavily into the brain like a stuffed luggage.

Leaving it alone would make Him insane, hence His previous life, Makarov Illuna Atlasia, was awaken glistening with tenacity for Magnum Opus(Salvation of Humanity). Executing Thought Acceleration, he rearranged all of the information. And by doing so he was able to have some spare capacity to execute Memory Partition which formed eight independent thought processes, handling and memorizing the information.

However, it met the impediment at the section of some cause-and-effect. It was the information of 『Death』; even the one of the most brilliant minds in Atlas Temple could not fathom or assay that concept, of course not. But, at the least, it could be stashed away in the one of the independent thought processes.

──"Some unnecessary data must be purged."

The most ruthless director of Atlas Temple's history decided objectively.

Thus memory purge began,
but….

──"Who are you to say they are unnecessary data?!"

It was not that easy, for the object of the said purge was the information of the current life.

──"Will you return then, to the unfathomable morass of data, decomposed into the random number particles in the Imaginary Number Space?" The director questioned, pointing 『Death』.

The current life faltered.

──"Can you just…, I don't know, throw it away or something?"

──"Unadvisable. It is too critical to purge, for it is the link hub between two of us. You will be perished from the Akashic Records through the chain breakdown effect of cause-and-effect."

──"How about you! If you were…."

──"Impossible. This already is a minimum fragment to perform this task. 'I' was the first to be purged, for this life was yours from the very beginning."

The current life fell silent, speechless. How could he argue with that? It was this… fragment… of a man's consciousness, His previous life, that had sacrificed themselves to preserve Him as best as they could.

Even then He couldn't help but hope there was any other way. His life had been full of the deficiency and hunger for life, love and purpose. He had obtained some of them before His death, but that was short lived just as His life.

He wanted to live.
He wanted to love.
He wanted the purpose of life.

All He had now is memory, memories of the family and justice.

──"Suggestion: Purge the useless data and pain from the painful memories." offered The director after some calculations.

──"…huh?" He perked up.

──"This will let you choose the data to purge."

He agreed with consideration.

──"…alright."

The purge started anew.

Pain from the painful memories, including emotional peril: In order that He would not suffer the needless incompetence.
Cherished people from the cherished memories: In order that He would find them Himself.
And some personal information, for He would be able to obtain them easily in the world of the living.

So…──

*Click*

Todd, who was ones a Atlasia, returned from the 『』.

A pair of Mystic Eyes of Death Perception shone in the dark coffin. He sliced through the cover, soil, and the grass all by his bare hands.

There was a thunderstorm outside of the grave. Rain drops splashed on his skin and the burial shroud─'a very fancy set of Armani. really, Bruce? …who? Oh, right. I purge that about him. I need to find them later.' mused Todd.─sending jolting pain through his body.

"Oh, Fuck──" cursing up a storm, he moved his hands nimbly again, 'killing' fractures, internal bleeding, enterorrhexis, and infection. After that he felt human except ungodly exhaustion.

He filled up a hole he had crawled out. His eyes turn into normal greenish blue hue when a thought process which packed 『Death』 was sealed.

He sighed.

"Hm…. INTCOL, it is."

From the air full of prana, as if Age of Gods never ended, Jason Peter Todd wrought a thread of Etherlite, leaving his grave.