This is something I just had to write before I exploded, and well, here it is. Do tell me what you think of it!
Disclaimer: Don't own anything but the Tamaranian lingo. All credits to DC for inventing RHatO, because it is just that awesome.
This is what issue #6, plus some of #0, would have looked like in words, plus some of my own imagination. Enjoy!
Edit, 2/11/2012: Thanks to GlOmP3R for giving me the suggestion that this should become a chapter story. Yes, it is too long to be a oneshot. Thanks GlOmP3R!
Hon Inn Myo
Jason
When Jason Todd woke up, he didn't expect to be stark naked.
He didn't expect the bowl of steaming soup on the table next to his makeshift bed.
And he certainly didn't expect to be alive.
His head throbbed like a thousand dwarves were trying to force their way out of his head with pickaxes, and his whole body ached. His lungs burned, and it was an effort to sit up. He didn't try to. He risked moving his arm, though it was agony, but found something attached to his arm, restraining him. A tube. He frowned, confounded.
"Wha- where?" An arm - an arm with skin so orange it almost glowed gold, swam into his vision. The hand flipped a switch on the weird, flickering device that was attached to the tube.
"Di'urma. Hush."
And Jason fell asleep.
