The streets were hard. I was on my own. Fending for myself, fighting for my life. I did anything to survive. But that was before I was picked up by the urban myth.
Things were simple. There were good guys, and bad guys. I was a good guy. Filled with hopes, dreams, ambitions that I could chase. And yet, the lingering doubts were pushed back. They came and went-mostly when I took care of a guy in a corny costume. That was what made it do simple-we came in the nick of time. Nobody died. The bad guy never won.
Things were different then. But that was before the sick and twisted came into play...people died. I was one of them.
I was close...I had cut my ties, accepted my fate. It was over. I was passing on. Peace set on my mind, replacing those emotions that I never thought I'd let go of. The ambition was gone. The drive was gone. The hatred, sadness, betrayal was gone.
And that's where it all ended.
I was yanked back to reality. The emotions were back, the peace was ended-the fate I had accepted was ripped out from under me. Blood once again ran through my veins, instead of being splattered across the floor of a forgotten building. Or in addition to. Panic overtook me. My fate was changed forever-I had to get away. I was losing it. I was going insane, stepping into the realm of what had always been my greatest enemy.
My mind cleared after that. My thoughts were different, but clear. The methods I had always been taught-they obviously didn't work. With that moral code-that one rule-that line to never cross...it was suddenly immoral. It was eliminated as a rule. It was a line that we could cross.
My name is Jason Todd. I'm back. And I'm ready to change Gotham for the better.
Authors Note:Guess who's back, guys? That's right, it's me, Ember! Or I guess my Internet secret identity is officially Speedy now. Anyway I'm way into DC Comics now. Anyway this is little thing from the point of view of Jason Todd