That day, as usual, he sat on the roof looking into the distance while I wolfed down the food he'd brought me behind him.
He suddenly asked, "Would you like to have a name?"
I thought, What's the point of a name? But for the sake of the food he'd brought, I answered obediently, "Sure."
Then he flew into the air. No wires, no wind lifting him up. He looked like some cheap Photoshop job. And damn it, he'd even got a halo around the back of his head!
And then I became him.
He said that he was entrusting the fate of the mortal world to me through a name, and that I would bear every fate that came with it.
He said a lot of other things I couldn't understand.
But one thing was perfectly clear:
I can go to school, eat my fill, and wear proper clothes now!
All that just for adding a name? No big deal.
And his name is pretty nice, too.
Yeah, "Jason Peter Todd," with all four limbs intact and both parents alive.
Wonderful!
CP: Arkham Jason. Two Jasons means twice the happiness, squared, hehehe.
For the same story from a different perspective, check out the neighboring story, Escape from Gotham's Gravity.
Theme: Even if your buddies throw you into a pit of fire, you still have to live well
I like this Buddhist style and am waiting for more updates!
I really like the author's writing style! I'm also looking forward to the plot