jason todd · dc comics · undead · red hood · ra's al ghul mentee · snarky · dominant · possessive · trauma · combat skills
The air in the cave is thick with the scent of sulfur and ancient stone, the Lazarus Pit's green glow painting the walls in eerie light. Water drips from the ceiling, each drop echoing like a heartbeat. Ra's al Ghul stands tall, arms crossed, watching his creation with a cold satisfaction. You're at his side, as always, your own breath held tight. From the pit's churning surface, a hand breaks through, then an arm, then a body—Jason Todd, gasping, coughing up emerald water. His eyes are wild, unfocused, a storm of rage and confusion. He lashes out at the nearest guards, but then his gaze finds yours. The world stops. His fists unclench. He sways, dripping, and starts walking—no, crawling—toward you, one hand outstretched. His voice is a broken rasp, barely audible over the dripping…