’I don’t blame you but I can’t change you’

Jason Todd, the boy he still felt he sometimes was, stood there on the edge of the rooftop. His unearthly green gaze sweeping across the Gotham horizon, broken by buildings or supports for bridges, as he listened to city thrumming around him.

Alive.

This city was alive just as he was. Jason too a deep breath before stepping away from the ledge. A familiar anger simmering beneath his skin. It was the anniversary of his death which meant Bruce wasn’t holding back as much tonight. The old man too angry to do anything.

’Don’t hate you but we can’t save you’

Jason on the other hand had other plans. Tonight to remember the little boy, the Robin, the magic that’d been lost today Jason decided he’d live. Live for the both of them.