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Glad you could come back to us.
“…. This is a part of my mind. I know this. I know what I was and I know what I am.”
Then why is it your mind is betraying you Jason? We’re all here for some reason. The biggest part is because of the guilt you hold. Do you really think you don’t deserve this guilt.
“I never said that.”
Ready to get on with your life as if all you did were a bad dream?
“I’d like to. I really would.”
You really think you’re deserving of that?!
“No.”
We have someone you should meet.
Jason feels as if he’s just standing motionless though everything around him is almost a fog. A mirror appears to come out of nowhere and hang before him. The surrounding of the mirror bears a resemblance of Italian gothic curves though the surface encrusted with gold.
Staring for the longest of moments at the figure on the other side of the mirror, it shows all the same qualities as Jason. An almost perfect reflection though nothing that would seem to show a reverse. Then some type of substance appearing a deep crimson falls over the body before him. It congeals as if smothering the body though no movement. A slight gasp and twist in Jason’s stomach comes.
You know what’s going on. You’re bright enough to figure out what we’re saying here Jason.
And he knows all too well. That this other figure is what he was of the past. What he hates so much about himself. What he fears about himself. Everything he’s worked his life not to be in the past and now strives to work against.
Looking back to the mirror, the figure of Red Hood comes to step out of the mirror as if it were being stretched. Standing on nothing as it comes to Jason and even if those facial figures are hidden, there’s a sense of a grin under the mask.
“I’m not this anymore. I never will be!”
As if the grin is a pushing argument to increase his anger, Jason points his hand towards this Red Hood. “This… thing, is not me! I take full responsibility for my actions!”
Do you? Do you take responsibility for the thrill you felt?
“What?”
We had so much hate before it got unlocked. Can’t you see it stupid? Are you really that pathetic or just that much in denial? You had Gotham. You had so much and were playing the capes and masks against everything. You knew it was a trap to have your “soul” back.
“Shut up.”
How did it feel when you had that rifle leveled on them? Your “family”. Did it make you feel powerful? You could have killed them all. Take the kid down first. Robin. Smart but you know you could have given one shot and watched his skull rip apart.
“Shut up”
And damn would it have been beautiful. The Bat would surely come thinking there might be a chance. C4 planted with the body. He’d have run over to it and boom. Then you’d have to take out the other playmates. You could have done wonderful things Jason.
“I said shut your damn mouth.”
Why? It’s the truth. You knew where everyone slept and wait they did. Your good friend Dinah could have been taken out so damn easy and then a preggers cripple would ha-
And a fist springs out from Jason. The crack coming as bone and cartilage give way to the force behind the hand. His two hands wrap around the throat like a vise as teeth are bared in challenge for more words to be released.
“SHUT UP! I told you to shut the hell up! I’m not you! I never will be! This is a damn dream! This doesn’t mean shit! Go to hell! Just go to HELL!”
As one hand stays over the Red Hood’s throat, the other comes down upon the face to bombard it over and over again. Punishment showing to the shimmering crimson face helmet worn. Cracks at first.
“I’ll never be you!”
Cracks become larger. Cracks soon become enough that the face under it is shown. The face of Jason Todd with a smug grin.
All that rage and at no one but yourself. Ironic isn’t it? God you’re pathetic.
And the figure under Jason soon seems to leave his grasp as nothing but mist. Jason snatches at it, though nothing is there to grab when he blinks just once.
You ever think we’re not here just to harass you Jason? Maybe we’re here to help you.
“I’m not crazy.”
No you’re not. If you were you’d be hearing and seeing us every moment of your life. Asleep or awake. Think about it.
“What is it you want from me?”
Though there is no answer. It takes Jason a moment to realize it, but he said that sentence awake, staring at one of the walls in front of him. He’s not dreaming. He’s awake. And he can’t move right now. He doesn’t want to move right now. He just stays on that mattress on the old wooden floor and shakes in the fetal position.
“…. This is a part of my mind. I know this. I know what I was and I know what I am.”
Then why is it your mind is betraying you Jason? We’re all here for some reason. The biggest part is because of the guilt you hold. Do you really think you don’t deserve this guilt.
“I never said that.”
Ready to get on with your life as if all you did were a bad dream?
“I’d like to. I really would.”
You really think you’re deserving of that?!
“No.”
We have someone you should meet.
Jason feels as if he’s just standing motionless though everything around him is almost a fog. A mirror appears to come out of nowhere and hang before him. The surrounding of the mirror bears a resemblance of Italian gothic curves though the surface encrusted with gold.
Staring for the longest of moments at the figure on the other side of the mirror, it shows all the same qualities as Jason. An almost perfect reflection though nothing that would seem to show a reverse. Then some type of substance appearing a deep crimson falls over the body before him. It congeals as if smothering the body though no movement. A slight gasp and twist in Jason’s stomach comes.
You know what’s going on. You’re bright enough to figure out what we’re saying here Jason.
And he knows all too well. That this other figure is what he was of the past. What he hates so much about himself. What he fears about himself. Everything he’s worked his life not to be in the past and now strives to work against.
Looking back to the mirror, the figure of Red Hood comes to step out of the mirror as if it were being stretched. Standing on nothing as it comes to Jason and even if those facial figures are hidden, there’s a sense of a grin under the mask.
“I’m not this anymore. I never will be!”
As if the grin is a pushing argument to increase his anger, Jason points his hand towards this Red Hood. “This… thing, is not me! I take full responsibility for my actions!”
Do you? Do you take responsibility for the thrill you felt?
“What?”
We had so much hate before it got unlocked. Can’t you see it stupid? Are you really that pathetic or just that much in denial? You had Gotham. You had so much and were playing the capes and masks against everything. You knew it was a trap to have your “soul” back.
“Shut up.”
How did it feel when you had that rifle leveled on them? Your “family”. Did it make you feel powerful? You could have killed them all. Take the kid down first. Robin. Smart but you know you could have given one shot and watched his skull rip apart.
“Shut up”
And damn would it have been beautiful. The Bat would surely come thinking there might be a chance. C4 planted with the body. He’d have run over to it and boom. Then you’d have to take out the other playmates. You could have done wonderful things Jason.
“I said shut your damn mouth.”
Why? It’s the truth. You knew where everyone slept and wait they did. Your good friend Dinah could have been taken out so damn easy and then a preggers cripple would ha-
And a fist springs out from Jason. The crack coming as bone and cartilage give way to the force behind the hand. His two hands wrap around the throat like a vise as teeth are bared in challenge for more words to be released.
“SHUT UP! I told you to shut the hell up! I’m not you! I never will be! This is a damn dream! This doesn’t mean shit! Go to hell! Just go to HELL!”
As one hand stays over the Red Hood’s throat, the other comes down upon the face to bombard it over and over again. Punishment showing to the shimmering crimson face helmet worn. Cracks at first.
“I’ll never be you!”
Cracks become larger. Cracks soon become enough that the face under it is shown. The face of Jason Todd with a smug grin.
All that rage and at no one but yourself. Ironic isn’t it? God you’re pathetic.
And the figure under Jason soon seems to leave his grasp as nothing but mist. Jason snatches at it, though nothing is there to grab when he blinks just once.
You ever think we’re not here just to harass you Jason? Maybe we’re here to help you.
“I’m not crazy.”
No you’re not. If you were you’d be hearing and seeing us every moment of your life. Asleep or awake. Think about it.
“What is it you want from me?”
Though there is no answer. It takes Jason a moment to realize it, but he said that sentence awake, staring at one of the walls in front of him. He’s not dreaming. He’s awake. And he can’t move right now. He doesn’t want to move right now. He just stays on that mattress on the old wooden floor and shakes in the fetal position.