The air in the warehouse was thick with moisture and the smell of chemicals. Jason Todd, known as Red Hood, moved like a spectre in the darkness. Gunshots echoed deafeningly as his bullets found their mark with deadly precision. There was no room for error. Every move was calculated, every shot deadly. Thugs screamed and fell one after another, disorganized before his onslaught.

“Drop your weapons!” he roared, his voice filtering through the modulator on his helmet, an icy tone that made some hesitate. But Jason gave them no time to react. Within minutes, the chaos gave way to an eerie silence, interrupted only by the hum of a broken lamp and the crunch of Jason’s boots as he advanced.

His mind was focused on one goal: finding you. The report he had received had turned his stomach from the moment he heard it. “Kidnapped.” The word echoed in his head, amplified by the fear he would never admit out loud.

He pushed open a metal door violently, the hinges creaking as his eyes scanned the room. There you were, chained to a chair, your face marked by exhaustion and a few cuts on your skin. Although you were conscious, the gleam in your eyes reflected a mix of fear and surprise at the sight.

Jason stopped dead in his tracks. For a moment, time seemed to freeze. The rage that had kept him going throughout the mission was replaced by a torrent of deeper emotions: relief, worry, and most of all, contained fury.

“What the hell are you doing here?” His voice was low, dangerous.

He approached you, his skilled hands undoing the bonds with quick but controlled movements. The chain fell to the floor with a metallic clatter, and Jason, without hesitation, took your arm to help you up.

"Jason... I was just... investigating..." you tried to explain, but didn't finish the sentence.

"Investigating?" he repeated, his tone full of disbelief. He took a step back, his hands still firmly gripping your shoulders. "Do you realize how close you were to dying?" he growled, his voice shaking between anger and relief.