It Burns For a Moment, but Then it Molds You

Chapter one: Jason Todd, Your Best Friend.

Ah so this is how it all begins, or in your case, this how it all ends.

It was quiet. There was no sounds in the room except the turning of pages, the chanting was long silenced.
The room was dark, your hands were heavy and felt as if they had been kept still by invisible bounds. Your eyes frantically searched your body, you were laying down on a worn red satin sheet. Holes and tears in random spots.

There was a burning over your neck, like a thin line. You couldn't remember anything, couldn't remember your name. Couldn't speak, and couldn't focus. You were practically brain dead, but still alive.

Alive? You can't remember a thing, but being alive? You felt as though you've awaken from a year long sleep. Alive is on the bottom of your current feelings right now. Fear, well that is at the very top.

You were barefoot, clothed in only one thing and that was the soft, long, flowy beige dress with long sleeves. The sleeves ended at the edge of your finger tips, and the end of the dress ended long past your toes. The collar of the dress went well up past your collar bones. The dress was loose on your body, hiding all curves you had.

The burning line over your neck got hotter by the second, feeling as though someone had wrapped hot wire around your throat and gently twisted, as if they were trying to sever your head. Slowly, and painfully.

Your eyes scanned over everything you could see, you were lying on the satin cloth in the dark room. The only light was three candles in the front of you, illuminating the ceremonial looking bowls that held a coppery scented liquid all the way to the top, some spilling over the rims. There were three of these bowls, one in gold and two in silver. With red gems and what looked like bones decorating the exterior. 

In your palm was a sharp stone, focusing in on the light pink tones, you had been gripping a piece of rose quartz crystal.
You gripped the rock in your hand, causing blood to spill through your enclosed hand. Ripping the skin open over your palm.

A woman spoke, it took you out of your scared thoughts and fears.

"Shh, I see you have woken from your sleep. I will catch you up on details, but rest, my child."

She stood behind one of the candles, and from where you were at when you were laying down, it was hard to see her face. Only the bright (e/c) eyes could be visible from where you lay, the bindings over your wrist felt as though they were gone, but they never did exist. right?

Wrong part of the story, so why don't we begin at the start.

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"Woah, Jason have you seen how cool this is?!"
"Jason, check it out!"
"Jason, Jason, Jasooooon!"
"You got a very punchable face, Jason."
"J-A-S-O-N!"
"Kay, thanks friend."

Jason looked up at you, he had been trying to sleep in class again. You, sat besides him. Holding up a newspaper directly to his face so close he couldn't even see what it was you were so enthusiastic about. It was after school by now, and he probably slept through all of last period. Willis, Jason's father, probably expects him to walk home today since he's too late to catch the bus home.

Jason looked up at your face, grabbing the newspaper from your hands and crinkling it in his fist as he slowly starts to regain his focus. The first thing he's able to see is the brightness to your eyes and the shiny tones to your hair. He wasn't gonna lie, he liked it.

"Sorry, wasn't trying to ignore you." He says, giving you a light and warm smile before taking the newspaper and opening it, straightening out the crinkles in the paper. If it interested you, he would take a look at it. That's njust how things were.

"It's okay, was just trying to guilt-trip you again." You stated, sitting on the desk across from him and crossing your legs, your heavy black boots made it some-what harder for you to do this, since you were so use to light sneakers like converse.

Jason gave you a smile that tried to cover up his annoyance, the light from the window glinted in his eyes and blinded him for a moment as it passed through the necklace you always wore. The rose quartz that was wrapped up in a rose-gold colored wire, it was something he knew had sentimental value to you. It was a raw crystal, not cut to fit the wire. Not even meant to be a necklace, the only way it was, due to the wire wrapped around it and the loop you stuck a piece of string through.

You noticed the light in Jason's eyes, frowned a bit and then tucked the necklace under your shirt.

"Batman?" Jason asks, raising an eyebrow. "This is what you're hyped about?" He finishes, grabbing his backpack and slinging it over his shoulder, scoffing to you but none the less, he continued reading the paper.

Jason knew you had admirations for Hero's, considering what your father did for a living it was quite...ironic, to say the least.

Wayne industries scientist by day, drug dealer by night. And with your admiration for people who saved the day, Jason's honestly a bit baffled you haven't done the right thing and told authorities. But your father is your father, and he's the only real parent you got left. Jason can't say he understands completely, but he gets why you don't just tell a high authority figure.

"Okay, yeah. There's a tabloid in there that says robins cut the crap, and people are assuming he's that new Nightwing guy running around." You said, walking down the school hallway with Jason, you walked in front of him. You had your back turned while you were walking, backwards. But you knew this hallway pretty good because of how often you walk like this.

"Nightwing? These guy's got some weird names-"
"Don't you mean cool?"
"Yeah, sure alright." Jason agreed with you, knowing it was the only way to get you to eventually stop your ramblings on the vigilantes.

Jason couldn't exactly say he's got a moral compass that always points north, and neither can you. But when the two of you are together, it seems to never go the direction of south.

"Okay, spill. Why're you so excited today?" Jason asked you, raising eyebrows over his bright blue eyes  and giving you hand gestures. The two of you made it outside the building, Gotham's rain came to greet your warm bodies and give you a cold shiver. Jason pulled out an umbrella and held it above yours and his heads.

"Okay, so I get to see my mom in Arkham today." you said, making a 'Pah!' sound with your mouth after speaking. It felt like something you were just holding up inside, knowing you couldn't really talk to anybody else about it besides Jason.

"That's good-"
"Good? It's amazing. She shouldn't really be in there, she's not crazy. Just religious." you shrugged your shoulders, grabbing Jason's hand to guide the umbrella more towards yourself since he kept putting it more over his body than yours, your shoulder kept getting wet.

"Well, I hope it goes well for you. Mind if I walk you home?"
"Don't you always?"