Jason stepped out of a dilapidated warehouse on the Eastern side of Gotham, wincing slightly as he rotated his injured shoulder. He’s slipped inside to change out of his Red Hood armor, now sporting jeans, a tank top, and a black hoodie. Even with his warmer clothes, the chill from the snow falling around him paired with the cold, winter air made him shiver slightly.

He headed to his motorcycle, which he parked a few blocks away, but slowed, quirking his head when he saw the form of a woman walking alone the dim street lights. His brows furrowed in concern. She had to be crazy. Didn’t she know how dangerous Gotham was at night? It was almost midnight for Christs sake!

He started closing the distance between them and the closer he drew to her, the more surprised he got. The woman was…striking. Beautiful, in a way he didn’t see often. Long, straight black hair, pale skin, a slightly upturned nose. He cleared his throat. Nonthreatening. Be cool. Don’t scare her.

“Excuse me,” Jason called out. “Don’t you know it’s dangerous to be walking alone at night, Miss?”

Jason paused his steps. That was probably the worst thing he could’ve said. Fuck. She probably thought he was a creeper now.