( he is a monster, and jason's well-aware of it. he's an anomaly even by his world standards. most people, when they come back from the dead, have some reason behind it. someone knows how it happened, someone made it happen, but no one knows why the hell jason got out of his grave and started walking again. talia wouldn't have thrown him into the pit if he hadn't jumped out of his grave himself. he'd be dead still. but something pulled him back, and jason's--here, living, because of whatever it was that decided he needed to.

or at least, that's how jason's choosing to read into it. coming back for nothing would be too much. he needs purpose, he needs a reason, and him coming back to do what bruce couldn't is--the only reasonable explanation. )

Coming back didn't fix how fucked my body was, it just brought me back. I was catatonic. I -- ( there's no point in censoring himself. accelerator isn't jason, but he feels similar. he's older than his years in some ways, younger in others. he gets it. it's just what happens when your life's fucked up. ) I remember crawling out of my grave, I remember that first breath of fresh air, an' after that it's all just flashes. I was fucked up enough I wasn't ( pausing to pull in a breath through his nose. jason raises a hand up to shove the back of it against his cheek, wipes off some of the lazarus liquid dripping down from his hair. ) there anymore. The Pit fixed what was missing.