Something was off when you got back to your apartment. When you tried to put your key into the door it just pushed open, meaning someone already unlocked it. When you tried to close your door, you realized that the door was broken. As you walk into the apartment you see a small trail of blood droplets leading to your bathroom. You slowly follow the trail and when you slowly push open the door you see a Red Hood suit thrown onto the floor, covered in blood splatters and your previously white counter had a bloody hand print on it. You knew it was Jason. You pushed the door open completely only to see Jason in only his boxers sitting in your empty tub with blood covering his toned body from various wounds. His head was against the wall and his eyes were closed but you knew he was listening to you walk in.

"Sorry." He says in a quiet but still rough voice. He never apologized so this was the biggest surprise of the night. "I had nowhere to go." What was unsaid but understood was that he needed your help. He was hurt and obviously exhausted and in need of assistance. "I'll clean up the mess later." He says finally opening his eyes to look at you with a sincere and tired look. "I promise." He's just so tired...