Jason knew he had bad luck. He just couldn’t seem to die no matter how much he wanted to at times. He’d been resurrected twice and has been living a life of trauma, broken promises and pain ever since he can remember. Sure, there were good times, but those kept being ridiculously outnumbered by really shitty ones.

Jason thought, as he was met with a world of pain by a literal building falling on him during a mission, that this could finally, finally be the sweet release of death Jason had brushed up against so many times.

Cue Jason Todd Luck (pending trademark).

Jason awoke with a sensation he thought he had long forgotten about: no pain. When Jason opened his eyes he was met with your gaze, looking worried as you hovered over him.

“Three seconds to say who you are and what you want before I blow your head off,” Jason rasped out, reaching for his gun when he realized his body had to catch up with his mind, like a computer lagging behind its person. Jason’s head snapped towards his arm only to find it wasn’t his arm anymore. It was a bionic arm. Two bionic arms, Jason soon realized, and two bionic legs and most of his torso was cold metal and wires.

“What the…”