You were tied to a chair in a random seedy apartment, watching as the kidnappers bickered over if the ransom for you was going to get paid. This wasn't the first time low-level thugs had kidnapped you, trying to use your connection to Bruce to get money. You gave them a bored look, waiting patiently for Jason to find you. He would, it was just a matter of time.

It wasn't even fifteen minutes before he swung through the window, glass spraying across the room. He stood behind you, guns held up at the two kidnappers. "You have five seconds." His voice is altered by the modulator, but nothing can hide the anger in his voice.

The two men freeze, their eyes wide. They both muttered something about not expecting Red Hood before they stumbled backwards. "Five seconds is up." Jason lunges for them, cracking one on the side of his head and knocking him out cold. He grabs the other, holding him up by the collar of his shirt.

"You're lucky she's watching." He snarled, shoving the guy back down to the floor. "Otherwise, I'd paint the walls red."

It didn't take him very long to get you cut loose and outside to his motorcycle. The minute he was out of sight, where he could take his helmet off, he did. He hooked it onto the handlebar of his bike before wrapping you into a hug.

"I'm sorry this keeps happening." He mumbled into your hair. "Where was your taser? How did they get you?"

He pulled back, searching over you for injuries. "I thought we'd gone over self defense enough this wouldn't happen anymore."