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sometimes i think about Jason Todd crawling away from the confrontation with Bruce.
beaten and bloody, half-dead, betrayed...
i think about Jason Todd sobbing and trying to scream but unable to because his larynx was sliced with a batarang.
i think about Jason Todd coughing up blood and tearing at the scarlet bat on his chest till he reaches flesh.
i think about Jason Todd curled up on the floor, simultaneously bereft and furious- because all of it was for nothing.
Nothing changed when he died, and nothing changed when he came back.
sometimes i think of Jason Todd staring at his reflection and breaking down at the sight of a body that wasn't his.
Batman doesn't kill... so why why was his son the exception?