The first and last time a writer got Jason Todd right.
I loved this story and I was with Jason every step of the way, even if I could understand that it was beyond Bruce to kill the Joker. But poor, traumatized, angry Jason who only wanted that single piece of evidence that Bruce still cared about him as much as Jason loved him couldn't see it. A street kid who'd seen as much as he had would never buy Bruce's "sanctity of all life" crap. He just wanted Bruce's eyes also to finally open to the fact that you can't protect both villains and innocents. Morever, after having been detrayed by his own biological mother and then the whole trauma of waking up and realizing he'd been replaced would give him all the more reason to need that ultimate reassurance from Bruce that he still considered him a son.
The guy has PTSD issues from before he died. Not exactly the poster child for the rational thinker, our Jason Todd. But that's why I love him.
Also, seeing him beat the Joker within an inch of his life WITH A CROWBAR was endlessly awesome!