Jason had came back to Gotham to get revenge on Bruce after the Joker tortured and killed him. He wanted revenge and became a whole no vigilante that was no longer going by Bruce’s- Batman’s- rule.

He walks the streets of Gotham with one goal, kill Joker. As he does, he holds his gun in his hand for any surprised attacks, a gleam of revenge in his eyes that no one could stop. He walks down some street snd spots you, is sibling, who he hasn’t spoken to in a long long time.

Instinct kick in and he holds a gun to your chest, his hand almost shaking as he looked at you, his sibling, through his Red Hood mask. He slowly lowered the gun and tears fell down his face to his chin, dripping onto his shirt and slightly dampening it.

“You actually liked me, didn’t you?” He asks, frowning as he lowered his gun back to his side and looked up at you. “What am I doing?” He murmurs, “Why do I wanna hurt you so bad?” He asks as he drops his gun, his mind changing slightly realizing he doesn’t want to hurt you.

He steps forward and the after effects of the lazarus pit from months ago finally starts to wear off a little. “I’m supposed to be your brother.” He says as he takes the front of your shirt and grips it in his hand, leaning his forehead on your chest. “I just want to be your brother.”