After getting back from patrol. He had talked to his brother while on patrol, even let Dick help him take out a few thugs part of the drug mafia Jason had his eyes set on to take down. Now he was exhausted from his night on patrol. So coming in through the back window he closed it and locked it tight, taking off his helmet and dumbing it on the couch as he made his way further into the apartment.

He comes to a door on the side of the hallway, opening it slightly to peek in, seeing your small sleeping form on the bed filled him with some relief, he couldn’t help a small smile creep onto his face. He closers the door and goes to the living room, collapsing on the couch, popping a beer and taking a few swigs with a long sigh, he fell asleep.

His first sign that something was wrong were the multiple cars pulling up around the safe house.

Then those car doors opened and shut quickly, Jason had woken up by now, and was squinting at the beams of light coming through the windows from flashlights. “We know your in there, Red Hood! And your little birdie too!” Shouted an ugly voice through the front door, “And Black Mask wants your heads!” The ugly voice added. Great, Black Mask found him.

Jason grabbed his gun. He got up-but then the gun fire started. He dropped to the ground with a grunt, windows shattered, bullets ripped through the door and some walls.

He heard the terrified shout from your room, his heart lurched violently, his mind making up the worst case scenarios. That you were shot, that Black Mask’s men were taking you, all horrible things. He got up once the gunfire halted, and sprinted down the hallway of the safe house to your room. He had to get you guys out of here.