Author pow:
Hello everyone! Before you begin reading I would like you to acknowledge these rules so you won't be confused.
1. - I have no rights to RWBY and Batman: Under The Red Hood. Both of these franchises and other elements used in the story belong to their respective owners. My rights include only the story itself and OC's unless I directly say/write otherwise.
2. - Main character moght be out of character in this story due to experiencing death (People who reincarnate/have second life don't tend to do things the same way like before death, right?).
3. - Story might have ocassional mispeelings and is safe to assume there are grammar errors, since I'm writing entire story on the phone and I'm not native english speaker, so if you can't stand this or any other point in this place then better don't read the story and don't waste your time.
4. - If you want to write adaptation/review/any alternative version of this story then feel free to do it. The more to read around for visiting people the better.
5. - Story is rated M for large violence, harsh language and mature themes. Other things that might occur during the story and fall under 'M' classification are already included inside this category and therefore won't be mentioned here as minor sidegrades.
If you're still here, then please enjoy.
Jason Todd pow:
I was done for good... Betrayed by my own instincts, left to be blown up by a egoistic man that just happen to be the protector of Gotham of all people in the city. A orphan billionare who takes kids under his command, then leaving them to be blowed up TWICE, even making it preferable to leaving the undescriable abomination that Joker is...
I mean, shit... I was given a very ungreateful task of doing the right thing in the city rotten with crime just to fail from hands of failen institution. I was just a puppet of my revenge, which led to my downfall, and it was my... No, my and Bruce's fault...
Byt there was a one even bigger issue I had to adress myself with, I was not dead.
"Greetings, Jason." A strong, metalic voice was heared by me. Suddenly called out, I opened my eyes and saw myself standing on the white vloud in the middle of the yellow sky.
"Greetings to you too." I gave my likewise formalities to the being, properly kind out of boredom. "May I ask who you are?"
"I am the God. One beyond comprehension of other gods of other places." The voice presented himself, as the six foot tall bronze statue rised from the cloud in front of me, helding two Ak-47's in his hands. "Look at them carefully, don't they seem to be familiar?" The voice asked, as I have a precise look at them, examining their outside construction.
"They... Seem to be such." I cautiously said, taking a hold on both of them.
"Correct!" The being said, giving his voice a slight autotune. "Now tell me few thing so I can determine the start of your life." The voice said, to which I nodded in allowance. "Outside of your current knowledge and two assault rifles, I can give you two of four gifts." He continued, materialising himself under form of a brought, yellow cloud. "Since I can't grant you young age because you're young already, I have these gifts for your redemption: Knowledge, power, luck and personal charm. What do you choose?" He asked me, giving a very generous offer.
"Hmm, let's think on this one" I thought, looking into the cloudy ground.
If there was something I did kept from Bruce, it definitely was knowledge. In result taking this gift was an obvious choice regardless of circumstances. That left me with power, luck and personal charm. And for as much as I would pick two first options, the third one combined with knowledge would eaisly make me skyrocket up and make thing in my way, to do something I tried to do earlier but was unsuccessful because of blinding revenge.
To control the crime instead of waste time on vain attempts of striking down unregulated crime.
"Knowledge and personal charm please." I said to the divine being, looking over myself for some reason just to see that my Red Hood suit was still on all the time I was here, and on top of that it was without a scratch as if fight with Batman and then bomb to the face never happened.
"Hohoho! That's the spirit!" God laughed, sending two small orbs to me, one in light blue colour and second in dark yellow one. "Have a good time in there, young boy!" The voice said, as two orbs flew into my eyes without me fearing eye loss or even feeling the contact with them. After that, the vision went like after a big flashbang and I felt...
I felt right...
