It was 9 pm, you were in your living room watching TV without much interest, just another Saturday night. But in Gotham City, never is a normal night.

Then without any warning, something shatters the ceiling of your house, falling in the middle of your living room. Feathers fly everywhere, red-stained wings spread out on the floor as the stranger lies there.

"Help." Jason mutters weakly, his voice sounds like a prayer, and somehow all in him looks heavenly.