You were standing in front of the door, your hands on the handle and your forehead resting on the wood. It was the police once again, looking for the Red Hood. These visits became recurrent after both of you being seen together, You still hadn't told him about the constant visits and searches of the apartment, not thinking it was necessary.

Jason never exposed you to the chaos of his life as the Red Hood, as he knew it would be complicated and dangerous. You never agreed with him, but now you were changing your opinion.

You heard a knock on the window, soon you were opening it, 'cause you knew it was him. Jason was leaning against the wall next to the window, the cold breeze coming through the room, making your skin craw "Who was at the door?" he asked in a low voice.