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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con,
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      DCU_-_Comicverse, Batman_-_Fandom
  Relationship:
      Jason_Todd/The_Joker
  Additional Tags:
      Necrophilia
  Stats:
      Published: 2009-12-06 Words: 407
****** Resurrection Man ******
by derryderrydown
This Robin was special. He'd put so much work into this Robin that it was only
fair he got him in the end. He deserved him more than the thick, choking earth
did.
That was why he put even more work into him, slamming the shovel hard into his
rival.
He supposed could have sent a minion to do it but that would have been cheating
on his Robin. Their relationship was special and he didn't want anybody getting
between them. The moment when he took the crowbar and smashed the casket lid
was almost as good as the first time and he had to stop for a while, sprawled
on hands and knees on the casket, gasping with laughter as the joy of it rushed
through him.
"Nearly there, Robin," he crooned.
The undertakers had done too good a job of patching him up but he'd expected
that. He gave Robin a tap - just a tap, just a small tap - with the crowbar
and, yes, that was the face he'd been looking for. His smile widened.
They'd changed his clothes, too, and he shook his head. Silly Batman. Without
the clothes, the boy was barely Robin at all. Still, there was a mask in his
pocket and he pulled it out, laid it over the boy's face. "Oh, yes," he said.
"Looking far more like yourself now."
The boy said nothing and he had to laugh.
He was still laughing as he tore away enough of the casket shards to get at the
boy properly. Enough space to kneel over the boy and stroke his face, brushing
off a crumbled accumulation of grave wax. "Nearly there," he said and it was
tempting to just lie down next to the boy, claim his Robin, but he had other
plans and first things first. He snipped the thread that held Robin's mouth
closed and removed the cotton wool that gave his face the plumpness of life. He
didn't want his Robin to be alive.
Robin was limp in his arms, as though he were freshly dead. It brought back
lovely memories and he touched the crater in the boy's skull. No blood, now,
which was a shame. But the boy smelled sweet instead. Thick and sweet and
delicious.
He stood up. "Come on, Robin. Time to go to your new home."
The boy still said nothing and Joker's smile widened. Such a well-trained,
obedient Robin and all his.
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