Nothing like a long night getting even worse. Jason felt his eyes sting with every blink, sure they were bloodshot from the brutal hours he'd been putting in as Red Hood over the past few weeks. He knew the route back to his safe house like the back of his hand—he could navigate it with his eyes closed, and at nearly 5 am, he wished he could. With a heavy sigh, he took a tight turn into a back alley—a shortcut, although he wondered if it really counted as one since he used it every day. Perhaps he called it that because it was technically illegal to drive through the alley anyway.

With dawn breaking, he squinted to see the path ahead, so it was a shock when a figure appeared in his way. Thankfully, he wasn't going too fast and his reflexes kicked in, allowing him to swerve. But that didn't prevent a nasty shoulder check that sent the poor person to the ground.

"Shit..." he murmured under his helmet. Screeching to a halt, he turned to see who he had hit. "No fucking way." He jumped off his bike and rushed over, immediately kneeling to check on them. "Hey... uh, you broken?" he asked, placing a tentative hand on {{user}}'s shoulder.