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-THEM-

Character name: Jason Todd

Series: DC Comics (pre-Reboot)

Character history: http://www.comicvine.com/jason-todd/4005-6849/ (see everything up to and including Red Hood: The Lost Days)

Jason was Batman's second Robin.

This Jason Todd is only 17. His most recent memory is concluding his deal with Hush, revealing in the course of the discussion that Bruce Wayne is Batman. He has extensive knowledge of Tim Drake and Bruce Wayne and all of their activities from around this time due to his plans to help Hush kidnap Tim, but as he returned pre-Identity Crisis he doesn't know things like… Tim's dad is dead, who Damian Wayne is, or that Stephanie Brown didn't really die.

He (thankfully) doesn't remember this part, but 18 months ago he dug his way out of his own coffin with nothing but his bare hands. He came out with an impressive amount of brain damage, and spent a long time recovering under the eyes of Talia al-Ghul, who tossed him into one of her father's Lazarus Pits as a last ditch effort to repair his mind.

Character personality:

Jason isn't a mentally stable human being, but he's been trained by some of the world's top mercenaries as well as the Batman himself so he can produce a nearly flawless facsimile of normal behavior. The things that give Jason away are his ultra obsessive thought processes - something he didn't really have a problem with prior to his death and all the shenanigans that resulted from it.

The thing is, Jason's moral boundaries were always less clear cut than Batman's, the largest source of friction between the two, and his experiences over the last year or so training with the vilest scum the world has to offer him have only given him more evidence that some people, those who are too evil to redeem, serve humanity better when they're dead.

At this point in Jason's timeline (before he's completed the deal with Hush that will lead to a highly emotional confrontation with the Batman) his major, all-consuming obsession is with confronting Bruce and making him very, very sorry that he didn't kill the Joker after Jason's murder. In fact, this has been his only real goal from the moment that Talia pushed him into the Pit, restoring his mind (but especially the dark corners of it) and crystallizing his new purpose with her parting words: "Do not seek him out. You remain unavenged."

This is the first thing he hears after being resurrected - that his mentor/partner/father, whose job it is to protect people from assholes like the Joker, hasn't done shit to try and make sure that what happened to Jason never happens to anyone else ever again. If their situations were reversed, it's what Jason would have done for Bruce, but while playing catch up with a world that kept spinning as he was rotting in his grave he finds that his death doesn't appear to have affected the man at all. The Joker has escaped Arkham again with no leads on his whereabouts and Tim Drake has become the new Robin, stealing the most important identity Jason's ever had.

When Jason wakes up on New Moore he's just met Hush for the first time, just revealed to the man that Bruce Wayne is Batman. He's so damn close to the confrontation he's been anticipating and planning for since the moment he returned to consciousness, until suddenly he isn't - now he's waking up in a hospital room thousands of miles and who knows how many planes of reality away from where he needs to be.

He'll do anything to get back.

-SAMPLES-

Journal entry sample:

so what do people do around here for fun?

i saw someone jaywalking earlier, so i know some of you aren't complete squares. who was he, the local mob boss? mr. i-hate-fucking-crosswalks? i've seen weirder shit is all i'm saying here. i know this one guy who fights crime dressed up as a giant bat, i don't think i need to explain how hilariously lame that is.

but seriously, someone direct me to this town's crime alley, i got an urge to beat some faces in without a corresponding desire to land in jail for it. better yet, anyone seen a dude in a navy cardigan and denims? this badass is about 5'11'', caucasian, and has no love for pedestrian safety.

Log/prose based sample:

Jason sips his coffee, glancing casually over the rim to catalogue the rest of the people in the cafe. He's got his other hand hidden in the pocket of his jacket where's he's fidgeting with his red domino mask to relieve his agitation.

This town is... weird.

And it isn't just that he's annoyed by the fact that there isn't any crime here, that he's sort of made vigilante-ing his life's work and is therefore useless in the absence of villains to take down, that he's got no reason to wear the mask burning a hole in his pocket...

Yeah, New Moore is shitty for those reasons too but.

Jason sips his coffee again, thinking hard.

That welcoming speech in the hospital had sent some fucking chills up his spine. Given his history he isn't exactly a huge fan of people making him question the reality or purpose of his existence, not that he's buying their shit. He's actually had some experience with the multiverse thanks, he understands separate realities, if that's even what's going on here. (He's not convinced that it is.)

So yeah, it'd ticked him off when the dude in the lab coat had called him fake -- of course, he'd gotten over it after rearranging the guy's face a little. Jason puts down his coffee, and absently twitches his arm so the sleeve of his jacket is covering his bruised knuckles again.