Broken Hood

Chapter 4- Back to You

Jason pov-
I woke up with an unearthly scream of pain and fear, and my body jackknifed upwards and started moving on its own.

I couldn't see anything, as all I saw was a bright toxic green, and I felt power coursing through me as some kind of liquid was dripping and streaming off of me.

I didn't know where I was, I couldn't see, and everything I heard was faint and too muffled to understand, and it was scaring the shit out of me.

There was only one thing my mind could correctly process, one name. "Marinette?" I forced out with a cough. I needed my Pixie Pop, my beloved, my everything. I needed her, and she was the only one that could calm me down right now.

My breathing quickened as I kept looking around, trying to shake the green out of my vision so that I could find her, and my throat was tightening as tears fell down my face. "M-Mari!" I cried out again, this time in fear, my body shaking, and someone responded, someone familiar, and I turned to the voice. I heard the sound of metal against metal, swearing, and an angered screech, until finally something crashed into me with so much force that I wasn't able to stop myself from falling backwards and into some kind of water or something, and I saw my vision start to clear up.

Holding onto me tightly was a blue/black haired girl with pale skin, and she smelled like the ocean, honey, and roses.

Marinette.

I hugged her back as tight as I could and slowly sank to my knees in what I recognized as the Lazarus Pit, and I broke down crying in her arms, oblivious to all the other people in the huge cave like room.

If I was back in the Lazarus Pit, then that only meant one thing:

I died.

Again.

I shuddered violently and was crying my heart out in my girlfriends arms, letting her try to soothe me but she ended up crying with me, which made me cry harder because I hated seeing my Angel cry. It broke my heart.

The girl was sobbing, and I buried my head into her chest as she buried her face in my hair.

This marks my 3rd time dying. The first two times were by Joker, and now this time...

The last person that I remembered seeing was...

...Bruce Wayne...

Marinette and I eventually cried ourselves out, and she suddenly glared at me. "Don't EVER leave me like that again. Never do that to me again, Jason Peter Todd. Understand?" She snapped, smacking my chest pretty hard. I nodded. "Yes, ma'am." I softly said, giving her a long and passionate kiss that she immediately leaned into, my body automatically curling into hers.

A moment later, we broke apart when we were both slightly jerking from lack of oxygen, both breathing deeply. I hugged her again, exhausted and weak from the long crying session we had, and I yawned and started to drift off to sleep in her lap, but she nudged me, waking me back up. I yawned again, but forced my eyes open obediently. "I'm tired..." I quietly protested, like a little kid.

She smiled. "I know, Mon amour, but there is one more person that came to see you." She said, looking up. I followed her gaze to see Alfred standing at the ledge of the pit.

The sight of the tears on his face was all it took to make me scramble up and run to the man, giving him a huge ass hug. I flinched instinctively when I felt him touch me, but I let him hug me tightly.

I felt guilty that I died on the man again, but I had a reason for not telling him about Bruce. I would rather get beaten up by everyone in Gotham and die a million times before ever going back to Arkham Asylum with the Joker so that the madman could do a repeat of the things he and all the inmates did to me the second time I died.