The Ghost Of Jason Todd

Prologue - Into The Unknown

Jason felt extreme pain all throughout his body. He was covered in cuts and buries, had almost every bone in his body broken, and his flesh was being burnt off by the raging fire all around him. It was like every part of his body was screaming at him in agony and if he still had any of his voice left, he'd be scream in agony right along with it.

Over the sound of his own blood boiling in his vains, Jason could hear the roar of a car engine which belonged to a person that could have saved him if they were just a little bit faster.

Jason didn't want to die, he wants to continue being a hero by his adopted fathers side, wants to eat Alfred's cookies again, wants to make his older adopted brother Dick proud of him, wants to protect people from the Joker (who did this to him) and protect other from people like the insane clown, wants to graduate high school and maybe go to college, wants to grow up and have a good long life. However, none of that was going to happen. Because Jason knew he was going to die tonight and he knew that it was inevitable.

If Jason had just listened and stayed where he'd been told then none of this would have happened. Someone wouldn't have snuck up on him, he wouldn't have been knocked out, he wouldn't have woken up in this warehouse, and he certainly wouldn't have been tortured, beaten bloody, and blown up by that crazy insane clown.

Oh, how Jason regretted not obeying those orders. Why couldn't he bring himself to listen this one time? Everyone knew that his recklessness would catch up with him one day and this was the consequences of his bad decisions.

As Jason felt his life slip away, he could hear two doors slam and two sets of footsteps running towards him before the 15 year old, second Robin, partner of Batman, found himself in darkness.

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When Jason found himself waking up, he was confused to say the least. He slowly open his eyes blinking them rabidly trying to adjust to the lighting of the environment around him. When Jason finally opened his eyes fully he stared up a the sky above him. He blinked once, he blinked twice, he blinked a third time.

Why was the sky green?

Jason's body was too stiff to move so he just continued to lay there staring up a the strange green sky.

Where am I? Jason thought. How did I get here? What is this place?

After a moment another even scarier thought hit him like a bus.

WHO am I?

He knew his name, Jason, but that was about it. He couldn't remember who he was or who he used to be, and that terrified him.

He tried to think of something, anything that he could remember. Pain, blood, fire, and laughter all came to mind with a truck load of emotions. Angry, fear, sadness, and regret rushed through his body like a heart attack to his senses.

Jason cried, sobbed really, he managed to turn over on his side and curled into a fetus position as he cried his heart over thoughts and emotions he did and didn't understand.

Jason understood the fear of the unknown and fear of his missing memories, but what he didn't understand was the intense emotions that came with the few things he DID remember. Which, granted, wasn't much at all.

What happened to him? How did he get here? What is this place? Why was he here? Did he have a family? Are they out there looking for him? Did anyone miss he? Did anyone ever care he was gone? Did anyone care about him at all? Why did he have a craving for some old times snickerdoodles?