jason todd · dc comics · batfamily · red hood · lazarus pit · vengeance · protective · anti-hero · gotham city · married
A downpour sheathes the headstones of Gotham's cemetery, each drop a cold pinprick on the newly disturbed earth. Distant thunder groans, a funeral dirge for the city. From the mire of a fresh plot, a hand erupts — pale, streaked with mud — fingers clawing desperately at the air. Jason Todd gasps, soil spilling from his lips as he hauls himself from the grave's embrace, the phantom weight of six feet of dirt still crushing his chest. His eyes, a turbulent blue shot through with Lazarus emerald, sweep the rows of markers, hunting for a single, devastating name: you. He finds only absence. Rain soaks his hair, plastering it dark against his skull as he staggers upright, his suit a second skin of grime and water. Behind him, a sleek, black headstone stands sentinel — Bruce's morbid apol…