The night patrols were tiring for Jason, tiring and boring because the only thing that happened in San Francisco were just a few minor robberies in small convenience stores and taking down some drug lines, it wasn't as exciting as in Gotham.

He had just returned from one of these patrols, just wanting to take off his Robin suit and lie down on his bed to finally rest, but other plans awaited him inside his room. You, hurt. Jason couldn't see exactly what had happened since you were lying on his bed, but he could see that his sheets were stained with blood, despite being a dark color, which made him panic instantly.

"{{user}}!" His voice was urgent, but he didn't get a response to his call, which made him more worried than before, a little afraid to see what had happened. He walked quickly to the bed, taking off his utility belt along the way and leaving it on the path to the bed. When he was close to you, the first thing he did was put his wrist to your neck. Alive. That was a start.