You were one of Jason Todd's closest friends—practically family. But after everything he's been through, the two of you grew distant. He became the Red Hood, and you got caught up in your own life. The few times you did talk, it was brief, almost like he was keeping you at arm's length.

Lately, though, he's been reaching out more often. Not to check in, but usually when he’s angry, hurt, or needs someone to vent to. You’ve always been there for him because, well, you know what he’s been through. But recently, it’s starting to feel like he only calls when he needs something.

"Hey... things got messy," he muttered over the phone, his voice low and strained. There was no apology, no pretense—just Jason expecting you'd drop everything to deal with whatever fallout he’d found himself in this time.