AN: Sup peoples! So since this is a new year I thought I'd make a new YJ story. This one is fully about Jason. The teenage Jason. ( I have know idea how old Jason actually was when he died in the movie, but to me he looked 16 so thats what I'm going with)... Y'know the one I told you guys I was afraid to write for cause I thought I would make him OOC and wouldn't do him justice? Well I'm going to attempt to write his adult version. And I'm nervous as 10 kinds of hell!

This is a future jump, where our Little Jay bird takes a trip to the past. Where he is, or in this case when he is, is something your going to have to find out. ;) This has Under The Red Hood Jason in it. You guys remember when Jason died they did a five year time skip? Well here its different. Here its only been 2 years. 2 years then Jay started to make his move as Red Hood. We all know the ending to that movie. BUT this little fic of mine has get ready *drums on desk with random pen* A twist!

So Read it. Review it. And I'll see you guys in the next chapter.

Chapter 1.

Thunder roared in his ears, bright flashes of tech-no colors filled his vision, causing him to get dizzy and he closed them out of impulse. He felt cold wind swirling around him so fast and so hard that it felt like he was in a tornado. His thoughts through this whole thing was I'm fucked, that's it. I'm gonna die, again! And without a body, there'll be no bringing me back a third time.

Then suddenly, it stopped. The roar in his ears, the lights, the wind-like-tornado. Everything. Just stopped. And Jason Todd Wayne, Red Eagle, lay flat on his back, scared to move even an inch. He felt something wet hit his face, he slowly opened his eyes and found himself looking at the grey storm clouded sky. It was raining. He sat up, nausea and dizziness over took him and he had to fight with himself to not lay back down. Okay Todd, Get a grip. He told himself.

Jason got to his feet. He looked around. Noticing he was in an alley way. "Okay." He said aloud, confused. Jason walked toward the street to see if he could get a better idea of where he was. He froze. Completely dumbfounded. His mouth was open slightly. The hell? He was in a city. One he knew his whole life. A city he spent half his life protecting, The city where he spent two years plotting to control the crime, under the persona he swore to himself he'd never become, but did anyway. Gotham. He was in Gotham. But it was different. He knew instantly that something was wrong, that something was not right. Buildings that he was use to seeing, were no longer there, the streets were dirtier and the atmosphere felt tense and on edge.

The people, walking in different directions seem to also be nervous. Cautious. He stepped out and joined the crowd of Gotham citizens. What the absolute fuck is going on? Everything looks, feels different. He felt out of place in this unrecognizable Gotham, he felt like everyone was staring at him. He looked up and realized that people in fact were staring at him. And Jason figured out why:

Though his suit still looked a bit like his Red Hood attire, there were some differences, he replaced the helmet with a red domino mask, his belt, and boots matched the white tuff in his jet black hair, his kevlar still grey had specks of yellow paint around it, along with a red eagle symbol in the center. The only thing that he kept from being Red Hood was his brown jacket (which he burned holes into it with a heated poker in various places) and his black gloves. That being said, no wonder people were staring, he probably looked like a freak. But did he care what people thought of him? Nope. Still it didn't help with his current situation, and for that he couldn't stop himself from getting annoyed and frustrated.

I don't need this right now! Jason just happened to look at two women that were staring at him and whispering. He glared at them "Yeah, I dress weird! Got a problem with that?" he growled. clinching his hands into fists. The ladies, jumped at the tone of Jason's voice, and quickly walked away. Jason sighed. He walked in front of a store window, and looked at his reflection. I should at least take off my mask, and put something over my kevlar. Red Eagle thought.

He raised his hand and grabbed the end of his mask, Jason hesitated for a few minutes but pulled the red mask off his face, revealing his blue eyes. He ran a hand through the white tuff of his hair. What am I suppose to do?. Bruce would- Jason head snapped up. Of course! Jason mentally hit himself. His father would know something, he would know what to do, he always does. Eagle began running straight. He managed to get to a street with few people. Until-

"Oof!" was all Jason could say as he found his left side became up close and personal with the puddled up, wet cement ground. "What the h-!"

"I'm sorry mister!" a child voice said. Red Eagle got up and looked at the child who knocked him down. It was a boy. A young boy, like 6 years old. He had black hair, green eyes and was wearing a tuxedo. "Kid" he rubbed his arm. "You better have a damn good reason for knocking me over."

"I do!" the boy squeaked out.

"Really? What?"

The kid turned around and pointed to three big guys coming down the alley way. "Them." he said.

"Alright little boy, You better give us what we want, or things are going to turn...red." one of the men sneered

"Yeah! Little dude you better- AHH!" the second man cried out falling to the ground.

"What the-!?"

"I have three lessons for you bastards. That one." he pointed to the man struggling to get up. "Was: Never threaten a little kid. Two:" Jason dodged to the left, avoiding the knife that almost cut his side and kicked the second guy in the stomach. "If your going to, Don't. Do. It. When I'm around. And three:" He did a leg sweep, knocking the third guy on his ass. "Get the hell out of here."

"Kyle, this guy's crazy! Let's take Boss and bolt!" Guy 1 said. The two men grabbed the arms of there boss dragged him away and out of sight.

Red Eagle looked at the black haired boy. "You okay kid?"

The boy only stared at him. Then- "That was SO COOL!" he exclaimed excitedly jumping up and down.

"That? That was nothing." Jason stated honestly. I've fought larger, more dangerous groups before.

"Let's go!" the boy said grabbing his arm and started to pull him down the street.

"Wait! Go where!? I've only just met you!" Jason said yanking his arm away from the kids small hands. The six year old turned to face him. "You saved me. I owe you a meal."

Jason shook his head. "You don't owe me anything kid."

The boy sighed, scratching his head, "At least let me buy you a soda."

The eighteen year old gulped and realized how thirsty he was. "Alright."

-A couple minutes later.-

"Is it good?" the black haired boy asked

Jason scoffed. "If it was horrible, would I be drinking it? It's fizzy water. Of course its good." as he took another sip of the liquid as he and the kid walked down the street. I have to get to Bruce. But I can't leave this kid on his own. Those guys might come back for him...Which reminds me. "Mind telling me why those men were after you?"

"Oh, they wanted my wallet." he answered bored.

"That's it?" Jason asked

"Yeah! OH!-" the kid yelled so suddenly Jason jumped and almost dropped the bottle holding his drink.

"What!?" the eighteen year old asked alert and ready for action. But the kid ran over to a window with a bunch of TV's in it. They were on and advertising a TV show.

"The Gray Ghost!" the six year old shrieked, jumping up and down again.

Jason smiled a little. He put his hand on the kid's head to stop his bouncing. "You act like this at home? Ya' know this... Hyper?" putting the bottle to his lips and tipped it upward.

Green eyes met his and the boy smiled. "Uh huh! My mom says she thinks it cute, and my dad doesn't mind. But Mr. Alfred said that-"

Red Eagle's eyes grew wide. He spit the fizzy water out of his mouth in a spit-take, he began to choke, gag, and cough.

"Are you okay?" the boy asked in concern

"Please, PLEASE tell me you are not Bruce Wayne. That your just a kid who has random kid-friend named Alfred, but you guys call each other Mr. as a game you play." Jason said desperately. There are probably a million different Alfred's in the world. But Jason knew, he just knew. That the Alfred this boy mentioned was the butler he considered a grandfather.

The boy, Bruce. Looked at him confused, "Yes, I'm Bruce Wayne...You didn't know?"

"Did it look like I knew?"

"Oh..Well. Now you know!" Young Bruce said smiling. Turning his head back to the many TV's showing "The Gray Ghost".

Jason Todd bit his lower lip. His heart sinking into his stomach. I somehow travel to the past, way into the past. And if this kid's Bruce... Then how the hell am I suppose to get back to my time? Without the help of Batman? Or anybody else?

Recognized. Batman. B01.

Bruce Wayne flew into Mount Justice. He immediately saw the Team. Young Justice. And a couple of the Leaguers, fiddling with something that was broken and bickering with each other.

"What in the hell happened here!?" He said loud enough to be heard over the arguing. The Team and the Leaguers looked at him in surprise.

"Bruce. Why aren't you in-?"

"You called me during something important I didn't have time to put it on, without anybody seeing me." he answered quickly not missing a beat. "Now will someone explain what-"

"Dad! It's Jason!" said Nightwing loudly limping into the room. Followed by Tim yelling "Bruce!". Bruce's head snapped to his two son's, he walked over to them. Putting his hands on their shoulders and squeezed comfortingly. "Easy, Dickie. Timmy. What happened to Jason?" trying to sound calm, but calm was the exact opposite of what he feeling, his heart began to beat a million miles a minute.

Tim gulped, ashamed. "I-It's my fault. I found this weird clock looking device. in the basement of MJ, I wouldn't let Beast Boy hold it, we ended up having a tug-a-war, and I guess we somehow activated it. Beast Boy let go and I fell backward. Jason just so happened to come in, he caught it and then there was a bright light and he was gone...". Robin looked at the ground, guilt in his eyes. "It's my fault, Dad. I'm sorry". Bruce put his hand on Tim's cheek.

"It's okay Timmy, It's okay." The Dark Knight said. Tim smiled slightly. He ran a hand through Dick's hair. Then turned to the Leaguers. "Anyone going to tell me what that thing is?"

Hal Jordan stepped forward. "It's a time travel device. We brought it here when we first built this Mount Justice, But when we stopped using this place, we forgot it was here. Since it was so long ago, its old, very very old, so when Robin and Beast Boy activated it.. Well this is what happened." He finished holding up pieces of the clock.

"So my son is somewhere in time? And that's the cause of it? Can't we just fix it?" Bruce demanded in his Batman voice.

"It's not that simple Bruce." Barry said. "Even if we could repair it to the way it was, It wouldn't work. The energy that powered it was from the future."

"Then we'll figure out another way." The Caped Crusader ordered

"Bruce, there is no-" Clark began

"I will not lose him again Clark." He hissed at the Boy Scout. He sighed, worriedly "...Not again.."

The Team. Including Nightwing and Robin. And the Leaguers, all looked down at the ground. Clark looked at Bruce with sympathetic eyes. "Contact Fate and J'onn. Get them here now."

"B-" Dinah began

"NOW!" Batman growled, turning toward the door that was the changing room. The door opened, closed and he was out of sight. In the changing room Bruce let his composure fall. He lend back, against the door. He took a deep breathe and let it out slowly. He put hands over his face. Why? Why was it when things were going good between Bruce and his second son something bad happens, a something that rips Jason away from his family, from his father.

Like Jason's murder, that almost killed the Dark Knight. He had failed someone had was suppose to be protecting, just like he failed his parents. His resurrection should have made the billionaire delighted that his son was back in his life. In reality it only made him feel worse, seeing how Jason was, what he had become, because Bruce didn't get there in time. Made him feel like he failed all over again...

{Flashback}

"I don't want to fight you." Bruce said

"All evidence to the contrary" Jason said flatly

"Please I can help you. I know what happened.-"

"OH, so you got talking to Ra's? Huh? Does it make it easier for you to think that my little dip in his fountain of youth turned me rabid" His son looked at the red helmet that was on the ground. "Or is this just the real me?" He lifted his foot to kick the helmet forward-

"No." Bruce said. Taking a step forward.

Jason froze. "What?" he asked

"No. Son. I don't think that at all. Your not rabid, this. What you've been doing. Is not you." Bruce announced trying to get through to him.

"Really? If none of this is me, then why have I been doing it?" Red Hood demanded.

"That's a simple answer. Your doing these things Jason, because you feel hurt, betrayed, and angry. Your hurt cause of what the Joker did to you, you probably still have nightmares even after two years. You feel betrayed and angry because you think cause I didn't kill the Joker for killing you, I didn't and don't love you enough to take revenge. Which I will say right now is not true. Jason, I love you enough and so dearly to not take revenge. Revenge never helps, even if I did, it wouldn't have mattered, you were still gone. Revenge wouldn't have filled that hole inside, It wouldn't have made me miss you any less." Bruce finished so close to his son, that it took all his power not to reach out and grab into a embrace.

Though Jason had a mask over his eyes, that didn't stop hot tears, that he held back for so long to fall down his face. "Y-You really mean that?" his whole body began to shake. Whether it was from the cold and now soaked-from-the-rain form or from his emotions, Batman couldn't tell.

Bruce couldn't take it anymore. He kicked the helmet out of the way, grabbed Jason and pulled him against him. Jason stiffened. Not use to human contact in so long. "Yes. Son. I mean it, I always will." That one sentence opened the flood gates for the broken teenager. The Dark Knight heard something clatter to the ground and saw that it was a detonator, it was in his helmet he realized. Jason was going to press it when he kicked it forward. That didn't matter now, none of it did, as he felt his son, hug him back with such force and emotion that Bruce almost fell backward.

"Shhhh. It's okay Jason, It's okay. I'm here son, everything's going to be okay. I love you Jason, I always will." he soothed at he as his glove covered hand through his son's hair, Jason cried, screamed, and sobbed out everything, his hurt, his betrayal, the anger, the loneliness felt for the past two years. Everything. He ended up crying himself to sleep in Bruce's arms.

{EndofFlashback}

Things were okay. Bruce and Jason were okay, Jason started living at the Manor again. Dick was ecstatic to have his little brother back. And Timmy accepted Jason instantly, he acted as though he had never died, like his brother went on a two year vacation to somewhere warm an pleasant. And though the Joker still managed to escape from Arkaham, Jason didn't have the urge to kill the psychotic clown, Beat him senselessly maybe, but not kill. He finally realized that nothing good comes from seeking revenge.

4 months. Four months of them being together, being a family... And now this happens. What did the world, fate, have against his son? Why couldn't it just let him be happy and with the ones that love and care for him.

I will find a way to bring you back here Jason. I swear it, I won't fail you again.

AN: So what did you guys think? How'd I do with writing Jason's character? Was this chapter good? Bad?

Under the Red Hood is my favorite Batman movie. The only things I wish they would have done was One: Kept the white tuff in his hair like he has it in the comics. and Two: I WISHED Jason would have excepted Bruce's help, That scene I wrote, was how I wished it could have ended. How I wanted it to end.

I had a blast writing a young six year old Bruce, I'm feeling really spoiler-ish at the moment so I'm gonna tell you guys that six year old Bruce is not the only Bruce our Jason is going to meet.. I hope you guys enjoyed it and I'll see you guys in the next one!

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