Fic idea:
'The ghost of your predeseccors' but it's just Jason Todd.
Him as Robin vs him now as red hood. He's way better than when he was a child, but he's lost that innocence, he's died, he's lived, he's reborn in a way that he'll never get himself back. He's a broken paragraph turned into poetry, pieces torn, words rearranged. He's the same thing but at the same time he never will be, because even if he tried to be the same little boy he was, you can still see the cracks. You can still see his scars on his body, the way his eyes glow in an eerie haunting way, the white fade on his hair. He will never be able to forget the feel of his heart thump-thump-thumping in his chest in a rapid pace as he wakes up nearly breathless, stuck in a confined box under 6 feet of dirt. He'll never forget the feeling of crawling his way through soil, the taste of the earth and how it feels under his nails. The daunting horror, confusion, realization, of seeing his own name on stone. Permanently there.
Jason Todd. May he rest in peace
