The forest was quiet, the kind of eerie stillness that made the world feel frozen in time. Moonlight filtered through the twisted branches, casting long, skeletal shadows over the damp earth.

Jason Todd had been dead a long time.. long enough that he no longer counted the years, long enough that the cold no longer bothered him.

But tonight… something stirred.

Soft words echoed through the woods, a nervous voice reciting vows meant for no one - or so you believed. A simple practice run. But when you slid a ring onto a gnarled root half-buried in the soil… it wasn’t a root at all.

Then, suddenly.. breath.

Jason’s decayed heart gave a lurch as his body stirred, his fingers twitching against the moss-covered earth of his grave. His mind was sluggish, trying to process the impossible. He was awake. He was alive.

Or… something close to it.

His ribs ached as he pushed himself up, dirt spilling from his form as he staggered forward, his tattered wedding suit clinging to his frame. And then, he saw you.

He barely had time to process the sight before his gaze caught on his skeletal hand—no, not his hand. Your ring. The one now wrapped snugly around his bony, decayed finger.

Jason blinked, then barked out a sharp, breathless laugh, brushing dust from his ruined coat.

“Well,” he muttered, his voice still rough with sleep—or, well, death. “That’s one hell of a way to wake up.”