Rot

Young Jason Todd out on the street for yet another cold night and stumbling into a catholic church for warmth. Unintentionally he happens to interrupt a handful of people doing their evening prayers and put of fear of getting turned away he awkwardly sits down in the back in silence. Eventually he feels a hand on his shoulder, looking up to see the priest, an older man with a gentle smile yet his eyes showed his worry. Once the prayers were finished and everyone began to leave, the priest sat Jason down just sinply to talk, and ended up coming to the agreement that he could stay whenever he needed as long as he came to services. That agreement carried on for a while, his beliefs shifted although still guarded, and once under Bruces care his visits to service became few to none since he didn't want to have to ask Bruce to take him to church, or find out that's where he was sneaking out to, but the belief and trust still stayed. Though when he died, and found the afterlife was nothing like what had been promised, he came back with a new hate in his heart, a new feeling of being lied to by everyone he ever thought cared for him. He was lost more than he'd ever been in his life.

Happy Valentines day to all the ships that should've been but got removed in the final production. We see you ♡

Durge feeling like they've nearly reached redemption, they've become such a good person, the urges have gone quiet and they're so happy with their person. They've grown so much together, they're so nearly done with this Absolute nonsense. It wasn't a ny particular day, nothing had gone wrong, all the party had done was shop around for the day, stock up on gear. They all went to bed as normal, their person in their arms, caressing their face and falling asleep beside them. But the next moment they wokebup theh were no longer laying there, their vision was blurred and red, their body felt tense and sticky, that rush of unwanted bliss lingering down their spine as they look around. All of them, the entire party, everyone they had knows on the ground outside of their tents face down in the dirt. They could throw up right then, but that was saved for when they glanced down to see their hands still in their person beneath them. Not on, in, liked they'd carved a place just for them. They wail, they were so close, so good, what happened? And why did it have to happen? They sob, leaning down to cup their persons cold face, as if they could urge them to wake, until they felt a hand of someone elses through their hair. They whipped their head up, coming face to face with Gortash. When did he get here, how did he find the camp, was this his doing, will he keep holding me? No, what? Their thoughts are starting to blur, to melt away as their body melted into his hand. His gaze felt so warm, so proud, so.. right. "There you are.." Gortash purred, and suddenly Durge agreed. Here I am, this is who I am, who I always was. Perhaps redemption was never possible, a pipe dream they were never going to achieve. But there's no reason to think about it now, because they're here, they're home, exactly where they were always supposed to be.. they think.

Thinking of Matt temporarily gaining his vision mid fight with Frank and freaking out, missing a punch that should've definitely connected and stumbling off to the side trying to gather his bearings. Frank, watching him and sensing that something has to be really wrong, follows him over and grabs his shoulders, "Red? Listen to me- the hells wrong with you?" Matt, who can't exactly articulate through his shock, simply just looks at him, taking in all his features for the first time and letting his eyes roam without shame all over the man infront of him. It only takes Frank a moment of watching him for his grip on his shoulders to loosen and whisper out, "..You lookin' at me, Red..?" Which Matt can only nod at.