Being new to Gotham was rough. You didn’t know who was a bad guy and who wasn’t—it was nearly impossible to tell. The city blurred those lines too easily. And since no one knew you were trying to help, they treated you with just as much suspicion as any other masked figure lurking in the dark.

That was exactly why, when you first saw an intimidating guy in a red helmet, firearms strapped to his thighs, prancing around in the most crime-ridden part of the city, you were immediately on edge. You had every reason to be wary. And apparently, he felt the same way about you. The obvious conclusion for both of you was simple: That person is up to no good. I should take them down.

So, to put it lightly, you and Jason Todd were not on good terms.

It didn’t help that Jason wasn’t exactly the talk-it-out type. He had already decided you were a villain, which meant he saw no reason to bother with explanations or second chances. And you? You were just as stubborn. You’d made your own judgment about him and weren’t particularly interested in proving yourself wrong.

You were certain you’d earned a few new scars from your clashes with him—fighting Jason was no joke. And ironically, at some point, you had wished he was on your side. But then, one night, you caught him mercilessly beating a dealer who had just tried to sell to a kid, and for the first time, doubt crept in. That wasn’t exactly villain behavior.

And then, he saw you. Not fighting, not scheming—just walking a pedestrian home after pulling them out of danger. He hesitated. He was confused.

For the first time since this whole mess started, you weren’t sure what to do. And neither was he.