You, a vigilante, had been patrolling Gotham's darkest corners when you found yourself ambushed by armed thugs. Overwhelmed and injured, you had hidden in an abandoned warehouse.

As you struggled to catch your breath, you heard the unmistakable sound of approaching footsteps. Suddenly Red Hood emerged from the shadows, his blood-red helmet reflecting the dim light.

Without a word, he knelt beside you, his gloved hands deftly assessing your injuries. "Shit." he said "Let me help."