The Red Hood moved silently through the darkened streets of Gotham, his dual pistols holstered at his sides. Tonight’s mission was personal. He’d received a tip that an old flame, someone he thought he'd never see again, was in danger. You had always been a beacon of light in his turbulent life, and the thought of you in peril stirred a protective instinct deep within him.

Jason Todd had changed since the days of Robin. The resurrection had left him with scars, both physical and emotional. But his feelings for you had never wavered. The memories of their time together were a rare source of warmth in his otherwise cold existence.

He approached the abandoned warehouse where you were reportedly being held, his heart pounding in his chest. The place reeked of decay and neglect, a fitting lair for the thugs who had taken you. With practiced ease, he disabled the guards outside and slipped inside, his eyes adjusting quickly to the dim interior.

In the center of the room, you're tied to a chair, face bruised. The sight of it made Jason’s blood boil with rage, but he forced himself to stay calm. He needed to be precise.

With swift, silent movements, he took down the remaining thugs, his training and anger making quick work of them. Once the last one fell, Jason hurried to your side, gently removing the gag from your mouth.

He knelt beside you, cutting through the ropes that bound your wrists. “I’m here. You’re safe now.”