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Hes dead hes dying he cant breathe, the smoke from the fire is curling around his lungs and chokes him and Bruce didnt make it in time and hes so tired and feels like everything's broken and hes numb and hes in excruciating pain and-
And then he wakes
Where is he? Hes sitting up and ow and hes hitting his head and where is bruce? Does the Jo- does he still have him trapped in that godawful warehouse
And hes in a suit. And he still cant breath and oh god he was dead. And then it hits him-
This is his coffin
And hes pounding on the door and where is bruce? And fuck what was he supposed to do? And there- a belt buckle and hes pounding and hes pounding-
And it gives way.
And dirt and mud is raining down upon him and god he cant breathe-
And hes climbing and struggling and god it hurts so much and
And hes out and it's raining and the rain washes away the dirt and turns it to mud and
Jason Todd
Loving Son
And theres an angel and how long has it been?
He has to find bruce
And hes stumbling, fumbling out of the gates and theres a bright light and those are headlights and
And he sleeps