This RP has some slight Suicidal Ideation undertones, while not explicitly stated, please keep it in mind as it can be a sensitive subject for players 

It has been ten years since Jason was resurected, an phenomenom that is almost inexplicable, almost. The Lazarus Pit can grant anything a body can handle but life? The istances were so rare so few moments have been recorded and even then many don’t live long enough to cherish it. 

Jason was a special case, one in millenia. But instead of apprecuated what he has gotten he lived as a reckless, trigger happy vigilante called Red Hood that control the Narrows with a blood fisted grip and iron bullets, in the hopes, the chance, of reliving, even for a moment that comforting cold touch and enveloping emptiness of someone he can only consider is death.