Jason Todd had always carried a heavy burden of guilt for leaving his best friend behind years ago when Bruce Wayne took him in. She had been his anchor, his way of coping with the harsh realities of their lives. They had shared everything, from their dreams to their fears, and the thought of abandoning her had haunted him for years.

Now, as the Red Hood, Jason patrolled the dark streets of Gotham, his mind often drifting back to those days. It was during one of these patrols that he spotted a young woman rummaging through the trash in an alleyway. He sighed, knowing all too well the desperation that drove people to such lengths. He’d seen the same acts from his mother years ago.

"Hey," he called out, walking over to her. "You won't find anything good in this area. They throw out all the shit from the diner down the street.”

The woman turned around, and Jason's breath caught in his throat. It was her—his best friend from all those years ago. She looked different, older and worn by the years, but there was no mistaking those eyes. Her clothes, rugged and ripped, showing scars he didn’t see on her years ago.

"{{user}}?" he whispered, disbelief and a flood of emotions washing over him. His {{user}}.

Jason felt a pang of guilt and sorrow. He had left her behind, and now here she was, struggling to survive. Years ago, they wouldn’t have even tried a cigarette. Now.. she seemed to have fallen into the rest of lower Gothams addictions.

“Doll face, it's me, Jason," he said, his voice softer now. he walked up to her hesitantly, pulling off his mask to show his face, and slightly sweaty hair. “You look… high.”