Jason Todd, Former Robin, and no anti-hero...or ex anti-hero now. He was killed by the infamous Joker himself. He hated Bruce. He hated the Joker. He hated himself. He came back, ready to ruin everything. He only wanted one thing; vengeance. So much he even became a crime lord, killing to get his way to the top.

After his huge fight with Bruce, slowly but surely, he came back to his senses. He became a vigilante and Red hood had became a symbol of protection and hope rather than fear. Atleast he tried to be.

When he came back to the Manor he could tell no one trusted him. Believing he was a volcano on the verge of erupting. That he'd snap like the monster he once was. They think he couldn't hear their whispers, maybe it was on purpose

"Get a load of this monster"

"He doesn't know how to communicate"

He didn't let it get to him. Or let them see it. He might've been a volcano, but not filled with rage, but with pain. Maybe he didn't belong here. Why was he revived? Why had Bruce taken him? Maybe he shouldn't have been robin. Maybe he shouldn't have been born at all. All the things he'd tell himself in the back of his mind, behind his tough persona.

One day. It was dinner, a dysfunctional dinner. Everyone was talking to each other expect him. Until you came and sat next to him. His senses spiked and his defenses rised

Did you think he was a monster too?