A/N:  Sorry that my fanfics are getting kind of bad, I'll try to be better!  I'm trying something new for this, it's a journal entry.

All my life, I've always wondered who I am.  Who should I be?  Who am I?  Am I doing the right thing?   Is there anything that is right?  What is my last name, Wayne, or should it be my given name?  Who's my family?  Who do I really love?  Do I even love anybody?  What am I doing with my life?  And most importantly, what is home?  Where is home?  Why is there home?  Do I have a home?

 I guess my whole life has been weird.. well no duh, weirder then most.  I died and came back to life.  I was beaten to death by a crowbar.  I have a former circus performer, a should be certified genius, and a former assassin as roommates.  My boss is a billionaire and his butler's British.  Pretty weird if you ask me.  Should I even count that I'm a superhero, anti villain guy? Nah...

But still... who am I?

Well, technically, that's easy.  I'm Jason Peter Todd.  Son of  Sheila Haywood, who betrayed me for Joker.  My father was a thief and died without mercy.  I am the only one left.

But, if I think about who I really am.  I want to say that I am, Jason Peter Todd. 

I'm the Red Hood, and I wear that mantle with pride, I'm the second Robin, who made history as the first to ever die.  

I'm the adopted son of Bruce Wayne.  

I'm the sort of adopted grandson to Alfred Pennyworth.   

I'm proud to say there is diversity between my adopted brothers and I.  

Damian Wayne for starters, a sassy 10 year old, the sixth kid to ever take up the Robin mantle, though not the youngest.  He's half white, a quarter Chinese, and a quarter Arab.  He's something alright.  He's the blood son, making him think he's kind of a big deal.  Well, he kind of is.  Did I mention he's a trained assassin?  Yeah, we all have our problems, I came back from the dead, and Dami's an assassin.  He never had the chance to have a childhood. Well, well, yep.  He's always been a little harsh.  But I think he just does that to hide his emotions..  But yeah, I'm just proud I'm his older brother.

Tim Drake, an extremely intelligent, 15 year old kid, the fourth that ever took up the Robin mantle.  He's really really smart.  Around computers, about math, just everything in general.  He's almost always reading a book.  And he's American.  His biggest problem is that his dad and his mum are dead.  He saw Dick's parents die.  And now he's Red Robin.  He loves us, well mostly Dick.  But yeah, he's sweet, he's silent, he's deadly.  And we all love him!

Then there is Dick Grayson.  He's the youngest kid that ever took up the Robin mantle, at age 8!  And he's the one that started it all.  He's Nightwing now, and he's 18, but he's tough.  He's smart, and he cares.  He's the happiest teen that you'll probably ever meet.  He just hides that in fact that's he's hurting inside.  A lot.  His parents were murdered, and did I mention he watched them die and couldn't do anything?  He's kinda traumatized by that.  He's also Romani, cool right?  He's also seen his best friend die, harsh right?  And his other best friend is on bad stuff I'm not gonna even mention.  Their both redheads.  But yeah, I love him a lot.

So yeah I guess that's who I am.

And I'm proud of it.

I won't change it.

I'll never change that.

I'm Jason Peter Todd-Wayne.

This is who I am.

No one, can ever ever change that.