Scenario One [ After feeling like he had been falling for the river for what felt like forever... Jason found himself waking up in a strange place, blood dried to his face and bruises forming from the fight earlier. It was a strange noise that snapped his eyes open. What was it? He couldn't pinpoint until he managed to sit himself up.
It didn't take long to realize three things. One, he was wearing the batsuit still, two, he was no longer in Gotham... and three, there were damn skeletons moving towards him. ]
Oh, we're boned.
Scenario Three CW; suicidal ideation [ Jason was not the most sound of mind, not since his dip in the Lazurus Pit. Sometimes thoughts crawled into his mind and he would act on them. He liked to think he had gotten better at keeping such things reigned in. Ignoring it, pushing on. It was easier to ignore it when it came to his own self image.
His mask was still firmly in place as it had been when he arrived. Walking silently along the streets trying to figure out a logical reason behind everything despite the misery and rage overruleing his mind.
You couldn't do anything right. Let what's dead stay dead... Use the Batarang.
He stopped walking blinking someone. Feeling a shiver go through him. He wasn't what he would consider suicidal, other's might argue but he stopped where he was, taking out the bat shaped blade and staring down at it through the mask. ]
Jason Todd - DC Pre-Flashpoint
[ After feeling like he had been falling for the river for what felt like forever... Jason found himself waking up in a strange place, blood dried to his face and bruises forming from the fight earlier. It was a strange noise that snapped his eyes open. What was it? He couldn't pinpoint until he managed to sit himself up.
It didn't take long to realize three things. One, he was wearing the batsuit still, two, he was no longer in Gotham... and three, there were damn skeletons moving towards him. ]
Oh, we're boned.
Scenario Three CW; suicidal ideation
[ Jason was not the most sound of mind, not since his dip in the Lazurus Pit. Sometimes thoughts crawled into his mind and he would act on them. He liked to think he had gotten better at keeping such things reigned in. Ignoring it, pushing on. It was easier to ignore it when it came to his own self image.
His mask was still firmly in place as it had been when he arrived. Walking silently along the streets trying to figure out a logical reason behind everything despite the misery and rage overruleing his mind.
You couldn't do anything right. Let what's dead stay dead... Use the Batarang.
He stopped walking blinking someone. Feeling a shiver go through him. He wasn't what he would consider suicidal, other's might argue but he stopped where he was, taking out the bat shaped blade and staring down at it through the mask. ]