jason todd could be an extinction avatar send tweet.
(bear with me and ignore the fact that the extinction really isn't strong enough to have avatars at this point)
so it shocks pretty much everyone that Jason, one of the first Extinction avatars, has nothing to do with things like climate change or nukes or technology. but he is undeniably the Catastrophic Change, the destruction of humanity and what comes after; he both fears replacement and embodies it; he is the destruction and perversion of the natural order and he would have come back maybe marked by the Buried or the Slaughter or the Hunt, except for the fact that the deepest part of him, the part that will find him a real connection to an extraplanar fear deity, isn't the angry part. It's the part that was buried with him when he was put in the coffin, that died when he clawed his way out. It’s the fear and hurt of that change, that abandonment, that damage, the last of his hope in man going out. The end of the world. And then—what got up to take his place.
His Becoming wasn’t when he got blown up and woke up in his coffin, btw. He died horribly and symbolically, yes, but Talia putting him in the Lazarus Pit is what actually kicked his Becoming into gear. The furious, acid green creature that woke up was intentionally revived in the house of a man who is very possibly the first Extinction avatar—ruined at the hands of man in a decisive perversion of nature. Jason’s closer to Frankenstein’s monster than a zombie is what I’m saying, and that’s why he’s not End or Buried to me.
Neither is he a being of unpredictable or senseless violence for violence’s sake—although he has all the theatricality of a Slaughter or Hunt avatar. Jason is the terrible coming change personified. He's got a bomb on his head, a dedication to overhauling his city by reaping and sowing—like the natural order of seasons and change and decay, but a forced and violent and manmade thing, all smoke and bloody cement and dying screams—and a soul that defies the End just to lay a hundred low at its feet.
He’s not the End, not the wiping out of all things. He’s the Extinction on a personal level: the wiping out of humanity by man's own doing, and what takes its place. The fear that man has fucked up so badly, hurt himself and his home so irreparably that theres no turning back. It’s that we and our home are hurtling towards an end that we deserve. He came back wrong, guys. oh my god.
