"reading under the red hood and it's pretty good i think" - jason todd fan who has only seen the cartoon adaptation of under the red hood

Imagine a Jason who doesn't believe he is Jason Todd, the second Robin. Jason Todd died because he was weak and Antar (My friend says that means Champion in Arabic but do slap me if I'm using it wrong) is anything but weak. The Demon's Head would not allow weakness amongst his clan and Antar is amongst his favoured, so the Bat Clan is just trying to weaken his Master to strike. He especially doesn't like being called family by one who would not avenge their dead, like his would.

Ooohhhhhhhhooooohhhh!!! :O 

Jason with amnesia - and on top of that detesting the idea that he could be Jason Todd!

Listen, what IF Jay was bathed in the Pit and then ESCAPED and put hismelf back together and even the League couldn’t find him. OR he didn’t even get to the Pit, his brain started to put itself together and rejected the memories as traumatic to protect itself.   

He lived on the streets in the worst places of the world, struggled with mental and physical disabilities, saw the worst of the world and the people, and decided by himself that world needs to change - and he will start with Gotham, a cesspit of criminally insane murderers with a lauded ‘hero’ who makes nothing better. He feels a pull to Gotham, so he decides to take on the city. 

He comes in like a scourge - no games, no playing with Batman, he has no reason to play on the man’s emotions, he doesn’t know who Batman is, but somehow he knows how to avoid him. Red Hood isn’t an unmatched fighter, but he’s an escape artist of the highest level, he knows Gotham’s underbelly like he was born underground and he can disappear into the night in an empty alleyway...   

He uses his skills to clean up - and he cleans up well. He doesn’t bother with getting control over the underground, he doesn’t have the mental capacity for it, he goes straight for the throat - and that make him effective, balls of steel and lack of fear of death carry him through the half of Gotham’s rogue gallery. He he doesn’t kill them, he leaves them, well, incapacitated to the point they will no longer be a danger - or won’t be one for a very long time. Crock, Ivy, Black Mask, Zsaz, Harley, Hatter... Batch catch up to him when he’s confronting Crane and, shockingly, turns out that he’s immune to fear gas. Whatever Crane throws at him, it drips down without effect, and Crane - is pissing himself. A dark persona stalks towards him though the dark corridors of Old Gotham, a pipe int heir hands, blood of Crane’s goons dripping from it with the bits of flesh... Crane shoots, they don’t even flinch so he doesn’t know if he missed or not, his hands are shaking, he’s breathing hard, his knees are soft, because this... the face he’s seeing in the rare flashes of light (he should have made his base in a less climactic locale) horrifies him, sickly pale, half-covered in scars and these eyes - glowing green in the darkness, he’d call them dead if they weren’t... if not the naked hatred he was seeing in them... bare and burning hatred laser-pointed.at.him...

He was never as grateful for Batman’s sudden appearance as he is now, even though he gets kicked in the face by the new Robin (the kid was at the gig for a year now, but in Crane’s eyes he’s still the ‘new’ kid, it’s hard to reconcile the fact that a kid that broke your nose with one punch when you met him fr the first time is dead...). 

The Bats confront the bloody avenger - stand down, Hood, you’re surrounded! There’s nowhere to run!

But the gravelly voice (damaged voicebox? He would sound young otherwise...) tells them, “Yes. You have nowhere to run.” And all hell breaks loose, because the Hood had the place rigged to blow and Crane’s chemicals are all over the place - and he’s standing there, in the midst of it all, untouched by the fear gas around him, and in a moment when the light shines on his face, Bruce could swear... he could swear that... but that had to be the gas showing him the worst possible scenario, it had to be... Jesus, a wraith came back to haunt him and its face was painful to even recall...