((Private Monologue: Due to location - three feet, six inches below ground level))

[_robin_go_boom_]

'Can't breathe. Maybe I'm already dead.. I was buried, wasn't I? Gotta be dead. I'm supposed to be dead. forgotten, gonna try and kill Tim.. Gonna go nuts..'Jason is clawing his way out of his coffin. His upper chest is out, his hands scrabbling at the dirt. It's falling into the space he's leaving behind, and starting to wedge him in. In the back

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[redlyreflecting]

Tim is fucking freaked, because he got this shovel ... when? Days ago. Forever ago. With that neat little tag and all the information he needed all around him but he never figured it out, he never asked the right people, he didn't follow it up, he was too tired and sick of everything to not let a friend fucking die this is really, really, the last fuck-up and he's afraid to even look at Robin --

"There!"

God, and there it is, the Name. No, he's not going to forget it any time soon.

[red_stain_robin]

He took the shovel while Tim is still apparently in a state of shock and confusion, and started to dig. "So this is where he disappeared off to," Robin grumbled.

[_robin_go_boom_]

Jason's grave is nice! Sunk in a little bit, even - the digging should be pretty easy. Underneath, Jason is still out of reach, but he's getting closer - and the sound of shovels scraping against earth around him is like heaven.

"... HEEEEY!"

Can they hear him through the dirt?

[redlyreflecting]

He started (guiltily) when Robin took the shovel from him, and hastily joins in.

"Jason!" Tim starts again at the dim noise from below. "Holy fuck," he says, to himself, eyes wide. "Hang in there!" God, what an asinine thing to say. But he just tries to dig faster.