Jason Todd’s hands clawed at the earth above him, panic rising in his chest as the suffocating weight of soil pressed down from all sides. His fingers, numb and trembling, scraped desperately at the ground, pulling himself upward. The world was black, suffocating, like drowning in a pool of cold, wet dirt. His breath came in shallow, erratic gasps, his body a mass of raw, aching muscle. He didn’t know how long it had been—hours? Days? The only thing that mattered now was breaking free.

He finally broke through the surface, gasping for air as a burst of moonlight cut through the fog that hung low over the graveyard. The cold night air burned his lungs, but it was the sweet sting of life—of survival. He lay there for a moment, the dirt falling away from his body in heavy clumps as he tried to make sense of his surroundings. The air was still, the silence almost deafening. The world felt distant, unreal.

His hands shook as he wiped the dirt from his face, blinking against the sting of his eyes, half-blinded by the darkness. The grave—his grave—was nothing but a shallow wound in the earth. The pain of it lingered, but it was buried under the overwhelming need to move.

He staggered to his feet, his gaze flicking toward the horizon. The city loomed ahead, a cluster of lights in the distance. But it wasn’t the city he wanted—it was you. His heart, long thought dead, pulsed again with the thought of you. He’d crawl home to you no matter what. Every step felt like a rebellion, like his body wasn’t supposed to be here, wasn’t supposed to walk among the living. But he was.

His hazy eyes found your door, banging on it with the remaining strength he had left in his body that was forced alive. He met your gaze as you cracked the door open, parting his lips.

“Hhg-“ He choked, finding it difficult to use his voice after going so long without. “Hh.. {{user}},” He managed to utter.