Resurrection Chapter 1, a batman fanfic

Hey, Y'all! So, I finally decided to do a story on Jason Todd. I love that kid so much, I felt so bad that I didn't have a story about him...

I don't own jack squat except the story line. This was supposed to be a oneshot...but I failed miserably at compressing all of this...so now I have to update another story... I'll try to keep up with 'em.

The first thing I noticed was that my skin was crawling. That's all I could feel. In my clothes, in my mouth, under my nails and eyelids, between my fingers and toes, everywhere.

The second thing I noticed was the pain in my body and the pounding in my head.

"Oh…What the fuck?" I asked. My voice was hoarse, and my throat was sore. I reached over to knock the disgusting bugs off me. My hand touched something soft as I reached up. It felt like a pillow right above me. I lifted my other hand and pushed as hard as I could, ignoring the bugs and the pain. Surely I wasn't where I thought I was…right? I tried to open my eyes, only to find they were already open. It was pitch black in my prison. I pushed harder, not feeling anything give way under the pressure.

"The hell? HEY!" I screamed as I pushed on the soft pillow. "Help! Let me out! Batman!"

I clawed at the soft covering viciously. Blood pumped through my veins, adrenaline drove me through the pain. I felt blood seep through the ends of my fingers and slip down my arm, soaking into the sleeve there. I pulled my knees up and pushed as hard as I could with my sore legs. It seemed a futile attempt. Whoever the hell locked me up in the god forsaken box was going to be so sorry for messing with me. The bastards would pay for this! My nails chipped away as I clawed through the wood. I felt the wood give way as small chips lodged themselves under my mutilated nails and in my knuckles. I pounded as hard as I could, knowing I would never be able to break through. I lowered my hands, ignoring the pain. I had to get myself together. Think…where was I? I was in a small box that was lined with soft pillows…odd. I felt around my body…was I wearing a suit? God damn…I reached up and loosened the tie around my neck. What kind of sick joke was this? Was I…in a coffin?! Panic set in as the realization hit me. What else could it be? Hell, my head was even on a pillow. So…what about the bugs? Locking me in a coffin wasn't enough? I felt each pocket, looking for something-anything- that would get me out of here so I could kick some ass. I reached to the left and found a stiff piece of paper. Fantastic. I had 8 pockets, and I only had some paper.

"Ahhg! What the fuck?" I mumbled to myself as I checked my pockets again. Nothing.

"BATMAN!" I screamed as I pounded on the lid of the coffin. "HELP ME! PLEASE! BRUCE!" I screamed. I knew no one could hear me though. It was pointless.

'Ok, Todd. Take a deep breath. It's ok…just think your way out of this…'

I reached across and noticed I was wearing a belt and quickly unlatched it, sliding it out from around my waste. It was my favorite belt…Bruce bought it for me a few years ago. I liked the buckle on it. It was thick, heavy metal. Perfect. I set to work scraping the wood as hard as I could before hacking at it with an intensity I didn't know I had. I was struggling to breathe as the air grew thick with my body heat and over exertion. Sweat poured off my forehead, dripping into my eyes and soaking my hair. I kept going.

"Come on, Batsy. Any day now…" I muttered impatiently as the metal met wood, creating a dull sound.

Clunk!

"Feel free to rush in a save the day any minute now." I growled.

Clunk!

"AHHH! You bastards are going to fucking pay for this!" I screamed.

Clunk!

Thud! The sound changed. I was getting through!

Thud!

Poff! I closed my eyes as something cold and grainy fell into my face and into my mouth.

"What the fuck? Is this-Is this dirt? YOU FUCKING BASTARDS BURIED ME?!" I screamed as I began pulling away more of the coffin lid and digging through hard dirt. The wood groaned under the pressure, and my fingers screamed at the pain. I pulled my torso up and through the ragged hole I'd made. It was a tight fit, but I was thin enough to make it. I kept digging, never pausing as I did so, until I felt hard earth turn damp. I was blinded by dirt and mud, I couldn't breathe, and the only thing I could hear was my own blood rushing through my ears. I kept going until I was digging through mud. My left hand reached through the earth and was blasted by cold air and water. I reached up and widened the hole I'd made in the dirt, managing to get my other hand through into the cool air. I pushed against the walls of my earthen cage and pulled my body up. I took gasping breathes of air as my head emerged. I opened my eyes and looked into the night time sky that was covered in clouds that were lit up by the hidden moon. The rain showered my face, rinsing off the mud and blood that had been caked on. I pulled the rest of my body out and collapsed on the grass. The rain was relentless as it poured down on me. I panted as I lay there covered in dirt and bugs.

After a while, I sat up, ready to get the damn things off of me. I ran a hand through my soaked hair and pulled the tie out from around my neck. I shed my jacket but couldn't get the shirt's buttons unfastened. I cringed as the bugs continued to crawl around on my skin. I tried to ignore them and instead kicked off my shiny shoes and pulled off my socks. Finally, I pulled off my pants and cleaned the bugs off of my skin before sliding them back on. It was absolutely revolting. These idiots, whoever they were, had buried me in a damn monkey suit, in a coffin, underground in the rain with maggots. If this was some kind of sick joke…I swear to god, someone would die. I bet Damian did this, the little bastard. He would. I never liked that kid. Tim probably helped, the jack ass. I looked down at the hole in the dirt, knowing for a fact I would shove both of them down there and plant a boulder on top of it. I stood up shakily, tired from my dig and looked around, leaning on a tree as I did so. I could see Wayne Manor in the distance. Ready to get back home, I pushed off the tree and took a step forward. My head spun with pain, my vision went black around the edges and I saw stars flash in front of me. I watched the lights of the manor become a blur as I fell to the ground.

Pain. That's all I understood at that moment. I was in unimaginable pain. I grunted, trying not to show weakness as the madman sent the crow bar into my ribs.

"Wow. That looked like it really hurt." He said as he hit me again.

Pain…
"Whoa, now, hang on. That looked like it hurt a lot more." He said as he circled me, gently allowing the crowbar to bounce in his gloved hand. "So let's try and clear this up, okay, pumpkin?" He asked. Only one person had ever called me that. This idiot was not her. How dare he?
"What hurts more? A?" He asked as the crow bar violently made contact with my shoulder.

"Or B?" He hit me in the spine. I felt my vertebrae pop. It was just pain…at least I knew I was still alive, even it was only just.
"Forehand?" He hit me again. Pain…don't think about the pain…Batman's on his way. He'll be here any-
"or backhand?" I let out a whimper of pain as he hit me in the head, sending my forehead crashing into the concrete. I felt tears trying to betray me. I left my eyes open, hoping the air would send them away. It wasn't easy as he stepped away for a glorious moment, cackling like the demented bastard he is. I looked up at him.

"You fucking bastard…" was all I managed to get out. The Joker smiled his vicious smile as he dropped to his knees in front of me. He grabbed my hair tightly in his fist and lifted my head up to his face.
"Ah-Heh-hu…A little louder, lamb chop. I think you may have a collapsed lung. That always impedes the oratory."

Bastard. Using what little spitfire I had left, I worked up the saliva and blood in my mouth and spat on his hideous face, staining his stupid white makeup with blood. He let out a grunt and smashed my head into the concrete floor.

"Now, that was rude. The first boy blunder had some manners. I suppose I'm going to have
to teach you a lesson so you can better follow in his footsteps." He said thoughtfully. He turned his demented eyes on me with an evil smile. "Nah. I'm just gonna keep beating you with this crowbar." He laughed his awful laugh and planted a foot between my shoulder blades roughly. "You've been a bad boy. You must be punished! Prepare yourself for a severe spanking, young man!" I took a glorious moment to dissect that…a spanking? What the hell?

"But let me tell you right from the start: This is going to hurt you a lot more that it does me!"

He cackled as he beat at me relentlessly. The pain was unreal. Hurry, Batman. Now, of all times, when I need you…why aren't you here for me? I gave up on resistance a while ago. My hands were tied, my leg was broken, I couldn't breathe and I could feel the concussion. I wasn't going anywhere. All I could do was give into the pain. Accept it, and know that Batman wasn't going to make it. I was going to die by the hands of the mother fucker standing over me with a crowbar, beating the life out of me. The pain was the master over the will. I knew I shouldn't let him know it hurt, but I couldn't help it anymore. Batman wasn't going to make it….I knew it. What did I ever do to deserve this? Why had Batman given up on me…I knew he never cared. The little shit. So, I endured it the end. Darkness clouded my vision as the Joker beat me to death. I knew my time had come, and I accepted it. I found myself wanting the end. At least then I would get out of this world of pain. I was so disappointed when The Joker didn't finish what he'd started.
"Okay, kiddo, I gotta go. It's been fun though, right? Well, maybe a smidge more fun for me
than you, I'm just guessing since you're being awful quiet. Anyway, be a good boy, finish your homework and be in bed by 9. And, hey...please tell the big man I said, 'Hello.'" And with that, the fucker closed the door behind him, cackling as he did so. I listened until I couldn't hear him anymore. It was over…Maybe I still had a chance… I opened my eyes and saw the door that would lead to my freedom…to Batman. To home. I took as deep a breath as I could muster and drew myself up, sliding my hands over my butt and feet to bring my cuffed hands in front of me. I slowly pushed myself to my feet and took a step forward. My broken leg gave way as I tried to put pressure on it and I fell to the floor with a grunt.

Come on, Todd. Don't be such a pussy. I coaxed myself. So I couldn't walk. I didn't need to. I started out crawling, so I guessed that's how I would end. I crawled miserably to the door and reached up to the handle. It was locked.

'Ok…so…I'll just wait for Batman. He'll be here any minute…so he won't catch the Joker…but it's cool. We'll get him later…' I though. I leaned against the door and stared into the darkness. There was a digital clock sitting on some crates against the opposite wall. There was something seriously wrong with it though, because it was counting backwards way too fast.

'Weird." I thought as I watched it.

17…

I watched it…I knew it wasn't right….

11…

It kinda reminded me of something familiar… A timer…or something…

8…

'Bomb.' I thought. And I knew I was right. I looked to the woman standing near the door. My mother…I had to keep her safe. I drug myself over and covered the bomb with my mutilated body. Maybe it will stop the blast from getting to her.

5…

'Well, damn.'

"Shit." I said as I watched the clock go down.

"JASON!"

The last thing I saw was a flashing red 0.

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