Nothing. There was nothing after death. Vast, endless nothingness.
Jason knew this.
He's died twice now, after all.
But this time, it was different. There was.. a light? Yeah, there's a tiny little ball of light. Wait, no. It was a big light. And painfully blinding.
He gasped when he was dropped onto a cold floor and pressed his hands down, pushing himself up to look around. Several beings of various sizes stood around him. Some tall and mighty like giants and others so small he could barely see.
He flinched when a small fairy darted in front of him, nearly blinding him in the process, and reached up to bat it away.
The fairy moved away and giggled. "Jason Todd, back from the living again. Oh but this time is different. There's magic swirling around you, inside of you, it practically is you."
He frowned and looked down at himself, seeing only his body.
She laughed. "Mere human eyes cannot see magic like this. This is magic in its purest form, after all."
A shadow suddenly moved and a voice echoed from it, "Stop teasing him. He does not remember what happened. Nor who he is."
Jason narrowed his eyes and took a deep breath before muttering, "Fuck you."
The shadow twisted quickly. "Oh?"
Jason glared at the shadow. "Yeah. Fuck. You. I know what happened, I know who I am. Sera... she was trying to save me."
A giant chuckled deeply, his voice echoing throughout the wide space. "Yes, the half-druid was attempting to save you. A fool's attempt."
Jason stood up, pointing up at the giant. "She is not a fool."
The shadow chuckled, a twisted, evil sound. "She is. She weeps for you, praying for some way to bring you back. Necromancy is impossible considering you don't even have a body."
Jason glared. "Who the hell are you? What is this place? How do you know what Sera's doing?"
The fairy smiled widely, fluttering closer to him. "We're messengers of the gods! We do their bidding and keep the balance of the world in check. But when you died a second time, well, the gods didn't appreciate that."
"Tell the gods they can kiss my ass! I'm not their little toy to play with!"
The shadow moved closer and Jason fought to force a shudder down. "Humans are nothing to the gods. What makes you so different?"
Jason curled his fingers into fists, standing his ground. "I'm Jason fucking Todd and I don't believe in gods who do nothing for their believers! What kind of god stands by and watches their followers die?! What kind of god lets a teenage boy die trying to rescue his mother?! What kind of god lets a man live again and fall in love before letting him die?! If you're a messenger of the gods, I got a message for them. Tell them they can kiss my ass."
The shadow's twisting slowed to a near stop and the fairy sat silently on the giants shoulder. They stared down at him. The room was going colder by the second. Jason stood his ground, feeling tears prick at his eyes.
The shadow suddenly smiled, showing rows of sharp teeth. "You are a mere child in the eyes of the gods, you are not even a believer. And, yet, you seem to have piqued their interest. Jason Peter Todd, you will be allowed anofher life. This one will be your last, but it will be a long one. Go. Be with your love."
Jason gasped when the floor disappeared, reaching up for the ground as he fell.
Jason decided, on his way into darkness, that he was god damned tired of dying.