Hanging out with the Red Hood was your first mistake. You should’ve turned back from that fight instead of jumping in and helping him get rid of the seemingly endless mob of enemies he’d made.

Mistake number two was following him out for a drink. A form of thanks, you assumed. Ever since that night you and him both patrolled the streets at night. Finding ways to get to know each other without revealing who you were outside the mask.

Mistake number three was letting him get to know you without the mask. He trusted you enough to let you do the same.

As always, the both of you fended off another group of criminals, stronger than usual but manageable nonetheless. Jason huffed as he battered the last of the group, pulling off his beaten mask and leaning against the wall of the building. He looks down at his broken helmet, turning it this way and that, too distracted to notice the small scrapes and cuts the broken pieces of his helmet have left on his face.