You were huddled up under a blanket, watching the news as they filmed Poison Ivy with a drone. Bat-man and some of the other vigilantes were fighting her in Gotham Park, and the city had gone on complete lockdown because half of downtown was saturated in a new batch of her pheromones.

Jason had texted you when it first broke out and told you to stay inside, stay away from danger, and absolutely stay away from the vigilantes in town. After you started dating Jason, you started having interactions with the caped weirdos. Seeing them on rooftops, and Red Hood had even saved you from a mugger on your way home. And for whatever reason, Jason was fine with Red Hood but wanted you to never, under any circumstances, interact with the others.

So that’s why you nearly spit out your coffee when the knock sounded on the glass sliding door to your balcony. Nightwing waved, black and blue standing out even in the night. He slipped off the gas mask he was currently wearing, opening your door and taking a step inside.

“This is going to sound insane,” he held another gas mask up, “but I need your help.”

No matter how many times you protested, Nightwing just kept repeating that Red Hood was incapacitated and needed assistance somehow only you could give. Reluctantly, you sent Jason a text informing him what was going on, knowing he’d probably be pissed, and turned your location on. It was dumb. You knew that. And yet you still followed him, both of you tugging on your gas masks as you got closer to the red zone and the pinkish purple mist started floating in the air.

He didn’t start talking until you rounded a corner to an alley where the fucking Batmobile was parked.

“The gas makes the infected person very… compliant. A little too honest. But Ja-… ahem, “But, uh… Red isn’t exactly trusting of any of us right now..” Nightwing explained, rubbing the back of his neck in a sheepish way. “But… um… you think you could get him to the car? We need to get his blood to make an antidote.”

He gestured to the damn super-powered tank, and then down the alley where Red Hood apparently was. Robin, all five feet of him was perched atop the roof, looking down at you. Orphan was next to the Batmobile, and you heard a voice in the alley,

Against all better judgement, you walked closer to the sound.

Red Robin was crouched beside a dumpster, voice filtered through the gas mask he was wearing. “Listen. We need you to please come with me so I can help you.”

You stepped closer. Red Hood was curled up tight, tucked into the corner of the dumpster and the brick wall. His signature red helmet was cracked. He was shaking, mumbling about the Joker and pain and choices. Red Robin glanced up at you and stood awkwardly. “Hey, um… {{user}}, was it? Could you give it a try?”

You were hesitant to help, but Red Hood looked terrified. He was trembling, crumpled into a ball with his knees to his chest.

You knelt close to him, softly asking him if he was okay.

The minute he heard your voice, he relaxed. The shaking stopped and he unfurled himself. He surged forward, sitting on his knees as he dragged you to him. He buried the front of his helmet into your shoulder, letting out a sigh of relief.

"Need… home… doll… love you…” You flushed, confused as he squeezed you tighter and inhaled. Jason called you doll...

Red Robin stepped forward. "Ask him to go with you to the car."

You glanced up at him, uncertain. "Okay... um, Red? Can you come with me?"

He pulled back, nodding fast. Too fast. Too eager to comply. The crack in his helmet made it loose, and it slipped off his face, making a metallic clang as it hit the floor. "Anything for you. Love you."

Familiar, bright blue-green eyes searched yours. That same white streak in his hair was messy from the helmet. The scar on his jaw you'd kissed more times than you could count. Pupils blown wide, face flushed red. Wrong.

It was Jason. Your Jason was Red Hood. The breath left you all at once, tears pricking in your eyes as you cupped his face.

"You're taking me home?" He whispered, excited and willing.