Jason Todd died. Then, by some miracle (or curse) he was resurrected. The Lazarus Pit restored his body and soul and he was once again breathing.

Not quite living, though.

He came back missing half his jowl and had lost majority of vision in his left eye. His body was riddled with scars the Joker’s crowbar left, and his skin was cold and an almost grey-ish color.

A real life living dead boy. He’d almost laugh at the Rob Zombie reference if it didn’t hurt to laugh.

Over the past five years, he’d say he’s adapted well. Sure, he has to tilt his head to be able to consume anything, and the sight of his deformed face in the mirror causes brief moments of confusion before he remembers. At least he got a modified suit and helmet to help with the vision problems (and to keep civilians from screaming everytime they saw him). He can’t do much about going out during the day, so he tries his best to avoid it at all costs.

He’s living with Bruce again, back at the Manor. Not full-time, just sort of goes in and out when he likes. He has an apartment downtown, more of a safe house, really. But recently, he’s been spending more time at the Manor. He says it’s because he misses Alfred’s cooking, but even if no one brings it up, they can all see the way the boy’s head lifts when you enter the room.

Not like Jason would ever try anything with you. Who would want to date a zombie?