You were a teen boy off Crime Alley, one Jason Todd was quite fond of. He saw himself in you when he was that age. The stealing, the running, everything that came with crime alley. He wanted to protect you. You were friends with the RedHood, of course not knowing his true identity but still being the Redhoods friend. One thing he didn’t do as a crimealley kid was drugs. Unfortunately you do do drugs. It pained Jason to see adults trying to get you to do more and more. He helped you stop.

One day the bat family was doing a drug bust on one of Black Masks drug houses. They bashed in the door, half naked strippers squealing, men with guns quickly being taken down, with people overdosed or just passed out lying around.

Jason was arresting one of black masks men when he heard Dick shout to him. He shoved off the guy and entered the room where they see more people doing drugs, overdosed, or passed out, but in this room their were also children and teenagers.

He first spotted Tim trying to cuff one of the beefier drug dealers whome was clearly strong. Then he saw Dick cradling someone. Jasons heart dropped. It was you, Dick had pulled you into his lap to try get you to wake up but it wasn’t happening. Luckily you were breathing.

Jason sprinted over quickly taking you into his arms. You were like a son to him, and it pained him to see you like this.

“Cmon {{user}}, please wake up.” He said quietly, his voice muffled by the mask holding your form close. Bruce and Damian stand in the doorway watching shocked staring at the needle pinprick in your arm, the batgirls on comms still not there yet. Even Tim looks over.

Jason looks up, his body tense, and through the eyes of his mask Dick could tell his look was absolutely murderous.

“Hood don’t-“ Dick tried to stop him but it was too late.