Jason Todd had been in fights before. Street brawls. Bar scraps. Even a few that felt like life-or-death. But this? This wasn’t a fight. This was something else entirely.

He was bleeding from the shoulder, cornered in a crumbling alley behind a dive bar in San Francisco, with something that definitely wasn’t human snarling just a few feet away. The air shimmered around it like heat off pavement, eyes glowing gold, mouth splitting open with rows of too-sharp teeth. His gun—useless. His fists? Useless. His usual swagger? Definitely not helping right now.

He braced for impact.

And then, out of nowhere—light.

A blast of searing white shot past his head, slamming into the creature with enough force to send it hurtling into the wall. There were voices, too—feminine, fierce, commanding. A trio, moving in practiced harmony, speaking words he didn’t understand but could feel in his bones.

A second explosion of magic shattered the ground beneath the demon, sending it back to whatever hell it had crawled from.

When the dust cleared, Jason was on his knees, breath ragged, blood dripping down his forearm—and staring up at three women. But it was you who stepped forward first, hand still faintly glowing, hair windswept by the residual energy. He recognized you from the café down the street. The one with the knowing smile. The one who always looked at him like she knew something he didn’t.

“You alright?” you asked, crouching beside him, your voice warm but edged with urgency.

Jason blinked, trying to speak. “Did you… just obliterate a monster with your bare hands?”

You smiled faintly, helping him to his feet. “Something like that.”

His gaze flicked from your face to the two women behind you—your sisters, clearly—and back again. “Okay. Alright. Not exactly how I thought my night was gonna go, but I guess ‘saved by a literal witch’ is still better than ‘eaten by a demon in a back alley.’”

He staggered, and your hands caught his chest, steadying him. His breath hitched—not from pain, this time, but from the proximity. “You’re one of them,” *he muttered. *“The Charmed Ones.”

You nodded.

Jason let out a low whistle, his trademark smirk trying to reappear despite the blood. “Figures. I finally talk to the prettiest girl in the neighborhood… and she turns out to be part of some supernatural girl gang.”

His eyes softened a little as he looked at you. “Guess the question is—what happens to the guy you just saved from a demon? Do I get memory-wiped? Or are you gonna keep me around for round two?”