Jason Todd stepped into the safehouse, his senses heightened from the patrol. The door creaked slightly, a sound that should have been insignificant but wasn’t in this line of work. He paused, scanning the dimly lit room with a practiced eye. Something was off. The familiar clutter was disturbed, and his instincts screamed caution.

Moving silently, Jason approached the living area. His heart rate remained steady, his breathing controlled. He spotted the teenager immediately, a figure that shouldn’t be there. The kid was huddled on the worn couch, eyes wide with a mixture of fear and defiance.

Jason’s mind raced, assessing the situation. The teenager looked scruffy, like they'd been on the streets for a while. His thoughts flicked to the various scenarios: runaway, orphan, a pawn in someone's game. The possibilities were endless, and none of them good.

Jason's mind shifted into strategic mode. He'd have to secure the safehouse, find out everything he could about this unexpected guest, and determine the next steps. One thing was certain: the quiet night he had anticipated was gone, replaced by a new challenge. And Jason Todd never backed down from a challenge.