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February 20XX
Man, bursting out of your own gravestone is not fun.
0/10 would not recommend.
I hack and spat and, ouch, everything hurts. My breathing was labored, I can just feel the dirt still in my lungs, scratching the insides with each breath. My hands grips the softened dirt below me, my funeral suit clung to my skin, being wet from the pouring rain.
But I really shouldn't think too much here.
I scanned the graveyard unsteadily around me. The rain poured unforgivingly, the ground muds and gunks. Then all the way around, behind me was my grave.
Jason Peter Todd, Beloved Son, Lost too soon.
My breathing hitched, that was not my name, my name was something else and that grave stone– I looked down from the hole and casket I carved out from– yep. I eyed the gravestone again, they lined up with the name.
With the name of Jason Todd, a Batman character I was reading about before waking up six feet under. This was not ideal, I brought my legs up and under me, and with a shake, I stood up taller. The rain continues to pour, and my vision blurs a little.
If this was still a dream, I would really like to wake up right about now. But… The dirt felt real, choking felt real, being buried alive, and that panic felt real. If this actually isn’t a dream and I have really become the dead Robin, then I need to get out of here fast.
If I remember correctly, Jason is supposed to be catatonic, and Talia from the League of assassins is supposed to stumble across him right around now. And I don’t know about you, but I don’t plan on becoming a slave to that creepy old fuck otherwise known as Ra’s al Ghul. I don’t want to be dipped in magical green water, turned into an assassin, and kill for a living.
“Fuck.” He swears.
There's no way to tell when Talia could come, when he'd be abducted. If I want to live in this possible-not-dream, I need to get away as fast as possible. Without so much as another thought, I-Jason ran towards the entrance to the cemetery without looking back.
Jason runs into an alley-way far away, Gotham, like it always was, minded her own business. The locals have learned to not stick their nose into anything looking like trouble, and Jason looks like a kid wanted by a possible mob. No one would so much as look in his direction, he sighs, small mercies.
After taking a few longer breaths, Jason debated on changing his suit into something less appealing to look like himself less. The thought makes him freeze because– what?
Why didn’t he just run to Wayne Manor? Bruce would be there to help him he’s Jason’s dad but–
“He’s not mine.” He mutters softly, he squeezed his eyes shut, letting out a harsh sigh, “Bruce is Jason’s dad, not mine.” He shakes, suddenly remembering how out of depth he is. He is now Jason, but he never inherited Jason’s memory.
But even without Jason’s memories, Batman would not just welcome him back with open arms. He would ask, question, and interrogate him of everything. How did he come back to life? Can you prove you are Jason?
No, no he can’t. He doesn’t remember Bruce as the dad, but only as the character in a comic book. Jason will absolutely fail the bat test and then Bruce would toss him to Arkham, or worse–! Blackgate.
He shakes his head feverishly, that’s even worse than getting kidnapped to the League of Assassins. His legs feel numb, but he can’t rest.
Not yet.
He can’t stay, he needs to leave. Jason lifts his head up to the sky with bittersweet determination. Talia is a no-go, same with Batman. There is only one place he can think to go right now. And it’s a place where he is the most familiar with.
Canada, where he lived all his previous life in.
Plan Steal Enough for a Plane Ticket to Canada, is a go.
“Air Canada, flight to Toronto, is ready to accept passengers boarding from zone 3.” The Automated message announces from above.
Jason, still in his funeral suit, but without all the dirt walked up to the receptionist with his obviously not stolen plane ticket and ID. She squints up and down at Jason, who wore a fake beard and sunglasses. A second passes and she shrugs and lets him through.
“Thank you.” Jason nods, he walks out quickly to board the plane, as he waits in the next line, “I can’t believe that worked.” He lets out a huff of relief.
Once boarded, he sat at the window seat, the safety speech passed quickly and as the plane was gearing up to leave, his gaze wandered to the view outside. He’s actually doing this, he’s leaving Gotham eerily similar to how the original Jason left for Ethiopia.
After all, he was lucky enough to still have the original’s pick-pocketing muscle memory. Along with the undercover training Bruce definitely trained him in. He just doesn’t remember the words, but he had his instincts to navigate through the city. And because of always waking up in the same alley he fell asleep in, it was apparent that this really wasn’t a dream.
“So crazy,” Jason comments as the plane finally lifts off into the air. “I guess this is goodbye.”
The guys sitting next to Jason misinterprets this and responds with a hearty, “I know right? That city is too wild for me, finally leaving must have felt good, right?”
Guilt gnaws at Jason’s gut, the thought of leaving without telling Dick he was alive, or meeting Damian. But an equally paranoid thought of the Original’s, saying that Dick would interrogate him just as much as Bruce, and to meet Damian, he would need to live as a dog to the League. Neither was a good life for them.
And so he absently agrees to the guys beside him, “Yeah.” It doesn’t feel good to leave, but he doesn’t know how else to feel about it either.
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Arriving at the hotel, Jason plops down on the bed with a huff. He sat at the edge first to take off his shoes, then swing them up so he could lay on the bed entirely. Was this the right choice? He couldn’t help but to second guess himself. He’s now a country away from all the shenanigans that is Gotham and her problems. He feels empty, staring up at the hotel ceiling like this, his decision was sound, but it made him feel purposeless. Now that Jason had stepped away from his intended storyline, the only way he could have a vague timeline of everything is gone, what happens now?
“What happens to me now?” Jason asks the popcorn ceiling, “I left, but I don’t want to go forever. I don’t remember them as a family, but I know them as characters and I want to get to know them more.” With another sigh, he pulled out a phone he stole and took the GPS out of and looked at the time.
3:30pm. It’s not even time for dinner yet he feels like he hasn’t eaten in two days. “Then, I won’t leave forever, I know that even if I’m not there, they can take care of themselves. And when the family and Gotham is finally stable, maybe I can go back… I just hope they don’t question how I don’t remember anything from before.” Jason says with the third heavy sigh of the day.
“But first, I need some way to make money,” His eyes trails to the phone in his hand again, and like a lightbulb appeared above his head, he gasped. “Wait! That’s it! Brilliant!” Jason grins with a wide wolfish smile, the sudden eureka moment produced enough determination, and motion to launch himself up from the bed.
He gave himself a pat on the back, he found his new life purpose. He’s going to burn two birds with one stone, a bad analogy with the current circumstances, but he’s too excited to dwell on it any further.
January 201X
Red Hood ☑ @redhood・4hr
Y’all wanted the Flash? I’ll give ya the Flash!
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[The video starts off with the camera facing the canvas, you can see a tall lanky man with a leather jacket and a red bucket with googly eyes glued on. He stood off to the left side with several buckets of paint clumped by his feet. As the cinematic music starts, Red Hood used a small cup to scoop out some red paint, once it was filled he flung the paint violently onto the canvas. As the paint drips down quickly, Hood wastes no time tossing a cup of yellow and black paint onto the canvas as well.
Now that the paint hit everything like an AOE attack, the small studio embraces the chaotic scene. Hood puts down the cup, and takes a large brush to guide the paint around the canvas. With the base colors down, he moved onto the details. The acrylic dried fast, and you can see the Flash as he slowly renders with more and more detail as the video goes on.
The final piece was shown in motion, it was as if The Flash was racing out of the canvas with all the fast lines, and it showed him in his classic running position. And that recognizable friendly smile. The details were spot on, as if this was the first and only clear picture ever taken of the Flash in motion.]
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Splash painting the Flash, did I mention he’s my favorite?
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I can’t believe it took me this long to paint him, but I had to honor the original favorite first, also links to the materials are down below… Show more
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ActuallyTheFlash
1:30 How did you do that… without a sketch first???
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CloneBoy321
I blinked, and it turned from color blobs to a full on masterpiece
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MichealYT ☑
OH MY GOD YOU DID THE FLASH YESSSSSSSSSSS!!
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I’m so gay @redhoodsupremacy ・4hr
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YOOO TS TUFF 🥀🔥
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I Live in the Shadows @theDORKknight ・4hr
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Can you do Batman next?
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Nightwing’s left asscheek @nightw1ngfan123・4hr
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Nooo! He should do Nightwing next!
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Sallie Draws🥀| COMMISSIONS OPEN @salleychez ・3hr
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He’s already done nightwing!
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Nightwing’s left asscheek @nightw1ngfan123・3hr
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Yea but! He got like! A new suit now!
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the tired one @thecasuallorecollector ・2hr
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bro’s gone through like 4 suits, 5 if you count Robin too
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