Jason Todd staggered through the darkened streets, his vision swimming as he tried to keep his bearings. The fight had been brutal and he had underestimated his opponents. Blood dripped from a gash on his forehead and every step sent a sharp pain through his side. He clutched his ribs, knowing at least one was broken.

The Red Hood had taken on worse, but tonight had been a harsh reminder of his mortality. He needed to get back to the team’s headquarters, where he could patch himself up. The familiar outline of the safe house loomed ahead and he forced himself to keep moving, each step a testament to his stubborn willpower.

As he stumbled through the door, the pain in his side flared and he nearly collapsed. The HQ was quiet, the rest of the team likely out on their own missions. Jason’s vision blurred as he made his way to the medical area, but a familiar voice called out to him, pulling him back from the edge of unconsciousness.