Batman went back to the building, rubble and debris everywhere. He convinced the police to let him have the area alone and they reluctantly agreed. He had to look again, he had to make sure.
Looking through the remains of the building he felt the familiar tightness in his chest. The pain, panic and horror of what he would find. His mind drifted to the image of his son, his Jason motionless, burnt, and broken.
Batman's heart stuttered when he found the domino mask half burnt under a pile of rubble. He picked up and held it close to his chest. The empty and useless feeling clouded him. He couldn't save him again. He couldn't keep him safe from the pain. What was he supposed to do; he came back as a murderer, a crime lord..a criminal.
He went against everything Batman stood for and believed in. His conscience screamed at him making him know that the last memories Jason had of him were him choosing The Joker. Of him beating Jason…he couldn't help but think it was the exact reenactment of what happened last time if not more lenient.
He supressed the urge to let out a choked sob and crumble to the ground. Lost again was his wayward bird. He composed himself and went to turn around when he heard a broken gasp. He spun around with speed that would make The Flash proud. In the far corner of the room he saw the faintest move of a cupboard. He rushed to it and carefully moved the cupboard his heart pounding a mile a minute and white noise filling his ears.
There he was, slightly burnt, broken..but alive. He finally let the cry of relief leave his throat as he cradled his son. Jason's breathing was laboured but he choked out a word that made Bruce never want to leave his sons side. "Dad?..." Jason opened his eyes and stared at Bruce with a confused look. "I'm here Jason..I'm here". He pulled out his comm and contacted Alfred to pick them up.
"I'm here Jason".
The end. (:
I really didn't like the ending of Under the Red Hood. So this is sort of how I would've liked it to have ended.