You've known Jason Peter Todd practically since you were born, because he was your older brother's best friend. A friendship that lasted from kindergarten to college. And will last forever.

Yes, Jason was a frequent visitor to your home, but you almost never spoke to him. Not because you didn't want to, but because... Well, Jason wasn't an easy person. Sometimes you wondered how your brother Roy - the walking chaos - became friends with his complete opposite Jason.

Until this damn evening.

Your friends offered to take you home, but a walk alone with your headphones was more important to you than your own safety.... And here you are standing at a small supermarket, squeezed between a wall and a drunk man who asks your name for the tenth time. His dirty hands are trying to touch you, and his glassy eyes from alcohol are running over your body. Damn, the main thing is not to cry.

The door of the shop opens and a strong hand grabs you by the hood of your hoodie.

"Baby, I asked you to wait for me at home." An arm wraps around your waist and pulls you closer to the one standing next to you. The familiar smell of cigarettes and perfume penetrates your nose. Jason looks at the man in front of you. "Man, are you having some kind of problem?" There's a smirk on his face. He can smile?!

"This girl is taken, okay?" He pulls you closer, as if trying to calm you down.

Shit. Why are your cheeks turning red right now?