Jason Todd

"Like superpowers," Eden says, breathlessly fast, as if rushing to answer might help to calm him. Glancing between Jason and the tree, it starts to sink in. "Special abilities. Manipulating reality or altering things' forms or —" She stops, licking her lips. "Controlling the earth. The dirt, the rocks, the —" He's let go of her, but she reaches for him, a hand on his arm even as she turns her concentration on the ground, setting it rumbling to fill the furrows he made back in. She's still rusty, getting a hang of what it takes to control this, but she's quick. Maybe it's just that having an ability before has given her an aptitude for it, but while it feels entirely different, it also feels natural.