"When you really love something, then it loves you back, in whatever way it has to love."-Finny from A Separate Peace
It was clear from the hologram in the grotto, that the Batclan hadn't understood Jason well enough to help him. His family had tried to change his calls for blood and impulsive ways to no avail. In the end, he had run off in pursuit of the Joker, never to return to the Bats …alive.
Jason had loved physically rather than mentally; a punch to the shoulder meant a lot more than a cryptic smirk to the second Robin. In the same way, he loved his city by wiping out its evil on the physical plane. They didn't understand his love, and they rejected it, both his family and city. Now that he was back, he swore to protect them to the best of his ability. He wondered why he was so fatally attached to a crazy world that couldn't reciprocate his feelings. Though, nothing else mattered to the red-clad boy when he returned, other than making sure his people knew they were still safe.
"It's all right now, Jason's back." The night whispered as the motorcyclist took off, ready to finish the quest he had started so long ago. Ever infamous as the Icarus of his time, the legend that had flown too close to the sun and fallen out of grace to his death, Jason had returned to life with a plan…. one that Batman could never carry out. [1] He would control the evil of Gotham by embracing crime and control it with brute force, acting as a grim reaper to those foolish enough to get in his way. If he was loved through icy fear, that alone would be enough to satisfy the bird.
It's a shame that Bruce, Dick and Alfred wouldn't approve of his ideas. They had already moved on and forgotten him; not even five years after his death, Jason had been replaced with that pathetic Tim Drake. When Jason first heard of the boy, he went on a rage-killing spree. The only reason that he hadn't gone and given the new Robin a taste of real life was that he wanted his family to be happy. If they wanted a boring, compliant teenager in his place, he wasn't going to be the one to hollow out their hearts again. He would just have to find another way to show them that the boy was no longer a necessary piece in their life's puzzle, and that he was back for good.
The Red Hood sighed. Having a world of black and white was great until you found an odd grey patch; for once, he couldn't solve his problems with a swift bullet. The discovery got under Jason's skin presently, but he knew he would find a way around his problem. As a boy and now a man, he felt no guilt for his actions. The only thing he was capable of feeling anymore was love. Every night in Gotham, Jason's love was splattered crimson among alleys and run-down apartments, and could be heard through the wails of sirens and bitter sobbing. What more could anyone ask for?
[1] – Icarus of Greek mythology was imprisoned along with his father (Daedalus) in a maze of Daedalus' own invention. To escape, his father created wings and laid down one rule: don't fly too close to the sun or water. In the rush of excitement that came with flight, Icarus ignored his words and the wax that held his wings together melted and he fell to his death in the ocean.
I finally watched Batman: Under the Red Hood. This resulted in a lot of leftover Jason feelings… -KF13