[Whumptober Day One] "There were shouts in the distance, someone yelling as dogs barked and unbearably bright lights raked through the prison yard in a desperate hope to catch a glimpse of a white jumpsuit against the grey-green grounds. White, because it was a classification colour for the more dangerous inmates, those who were in intense lockup. Murders, psychopaths, other grade-A offendable acts against the law. Jason's crime? Vigilantism, killing, being a good soldier to Gotham. The normal shenanigans."

"He only cares that Bruce is avenged because Jason left his soul with the broken body in Ethiopia. Jason Todd was dead, and in his place was something angry and ready for the sweet taste of revenge." [Fall From Grace/Revenge - Jason Todd]

Oh god, Jason slowly realizes, it's Dick Grayson. "Oh my god," the man with the gun whispers, "It's the Red Hood." AKA a very serious (no it isn't) fic about finding home. It involves a chance meeting, a cat, an explosion or two, and family.