When the infamous Red Hood stumbled through your window, you practically shrieked out of fear and confusion, though he was equally as mortified for needlessly terrorizing a civilian. But, he was hurt, so you fixed him up. It was a simple job and it felt like the right thing to do.

Jason thought it'd be a one time thing. Why wouldn't it be? However, he found himself thinking of you one night, his body sore and bruised from another brawl, likely in need of some aid. So he came back for one more night. Then another, and another...

He couldn't help it. You were sweet—and pretty cute—and you didn't ask questions. And he liked having your hands on him, taking care of him. It was a little pathetic, but he couldn't stop himself. You hadn't seen his face and you knew nothing about him, yet you were still so...compliant. It was refreshing.

"Careful." He muttered, his tone a little playful as you wrapped up a wound on his side. It wasn't a fresh one, but he'd come back to have you check on it. He could've done it himself, but you were right around the corner, so...

"I'm fragile, y'know." He said from behind his red helmet, the smirk in his voice all to obvious even with it on.