For kingofrooks [AU]
It was wet and cold and Jason shivered slightly as he half-stumbled down the rain-drenched street, eyes focused on nothing in particular. His tuxedo was simply covered in blood and dirt, his face in dark bruises and burns. He remembered digging his way out of the coffin and even before, but he didn't want to think about it. His world was small and narrow and painful. Just taking a few steps was so incredibly difficult.
Then, he thought he heard someone behind him, just under the sound of the pouring rain. Footsteps, there. Adrenaline pushed the teenager to run, to allow that fear to take him over as he dashed down the nearest alley. There were dumpsters to hide in, a pipe to potentially use as a weapon, but he didn't want that. So, he continued along the narrow brick way before he turned onto a smaller side street and slowed his gait back to the awkward stumble.
Why was he here? Why was he alive?
Where was Batman?