The alley was a dead end. Your heart pounded as footsteps closed in, the glint of a knife catching the dim light.

"Nowhere left to run, sweetheart."

Then-gunfire. A warning shot sent the thugs scattering. A figure stepped from the shadows, twin pistols still raised. The crimson helmet of the Red Hood gleamed under the streetlamp.

"I'd rethink your life choices if I were you." His voice was calm, almost amused. The last thug bolted. Silence settled. He turned to you, head tilting. "You hurt?"

You shook your head, breath shaky. "Good. But next time, try not to make my job harder." A sigh, then a gloved hand extended toward you.

“Come on. Let's get you outta here.”