What had he been hoping to find?ĭick spoke up first. Long enough for Jason to wonder why he’d come here today.
What kind of asshole bothered someone in a graveyard? Not that anyone had ever bothered him when he’d been here before. He was standing in front of another grave, some stranger’s grave, pretending to be someone else in mourning like they were so no one would bother him. He kept his distance, and he’d worn a disguise. He was back at the graveyard, and they were all here. It was three years since the day he’d died. It was two years and six months since that day when he’d dug himself out of his own grave. He remembered a lot of other things after that. And he remembered emerging, arms first like a zombie, face next, choking the dirt out of his lungs, dry-heaving onto the ground, looking up and rubbing the dirt out of his eyes and seeing his own headstone like a fucking nightmare, like a horror movie: Jason Todd-Wayne, and two dates that were only fifteen years apart.
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He’d thought, feverishly, about Bruce teaching him how to swim, and how it felt to be underwater, how easy it was to forget which way was up. He remembered the wood finally splintering, and then dirt everywhere: in his mouth, in his eyes, under his fingernails. The only thing that had come through clearly was the same thing that had gotten him through the first twelve years of his life: his indomitable will to survive. He remembered beating against the lid of his coffin, putting all his weight behind his shoulders and pushing, thoughts senseless, I’m not dying here blending together with I’m already dead. He remembered waking up in the ground, gasping for air and finding none. It was the first place he went when he came back to Gotham. Red Hood vs Red Robin, DCU FFs, Quality Long Fanfic, my heart is here Stats: Published: Completed: Words: 85,250 Chapters: 14/14 Comments: 955 Kudos: 2,102 Bookmarks: 263 Hits: 30,540 ← Previous Work Part 2 of Crash World Next Work → background Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent.
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