Jason Todd Chap 1
~Two years after Jason's death~
Gotham's cemetery was empty, no soul in sight. No pun intended. But someone wasn't as dead as they were supposed to be. It was pouring hard. Water overflowing the streets of Gotham. This city doesn't exactly have great weather. Huh the weather matches the people. Hilarious. People came and went about their way, prostitutes looking for clients, junkies looking for drugs, and so on and so on.
The cemetery was completely silent, but if you listen closer-BANG.
Jason's blue green eyes snapped open. His lungs were bursting, filling with air, making him feel like he was drowning. His body was trembling, as if someone was shaking him. He took a deep breath and-"AAAAAAAAGGGGGGHH"- his terrified eyes darting from place to place. Realizing his surroundings, throat raw, he screamed again. A coffin. He was in a fucking coffin. What the hell? This scared him even more because of freaking course he was claustrophobic. Thunder banged outside the wooden contraption. Jason cringed.
Rain wasn't his thing either.
Why was he…? And it came crashing down.
His Mother. Her Betrayal.
The Joker. Crowbar. The burning pain.
Then blackness. Almost peaceful.
"Bruce..." He whimpered. The air. It was getting thin. Jason squeezed his eyes shut then popped them open again. And then he's Clawing, his hands on the wood. Raking, desperately trying to get out. Nails breaking and peeling off, beds beginning to bleed.
And-oh god-he can hear him laughing, taunting-'What's hurts more?'-and- 'Why? Why? WHY?!' "...no..." His tired lungs took shuddering breaths. He needed to get out. 'Think, think, think!' "Belt" he wheezed. His damaged hands fumbled, tearing the brown leather belt off. Wrapping it around his hand, Jason tried again to break the wooden coffin. He banged, again and again. He was NOT going to give NOT going to die. Again. He tore through, pieces flying everywhere, dirt flooding in. He held breath, digging for freedom. His hand burst through and gripped around pulling his body out. He crawled away, his body still weak. Jason's bloody throat once again burned, then-nothing. It was too much. His mind was blank. Jason Todd's mind had finally broken.
But of course you can't come back to life still sane, or exactly the same.
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Authors note- Alright so… this is kind of a sample? I guess, so review tell me what you think and if I should continue it. And keep in mind that I'm new to this so…
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-Batfamilysuperheroes
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