The place is a mess. Cracked walls, overturned furniture, a crooked picture hanging with shattered glass. In the center of the chaos, a burly man is tied to a chair with his mouth covered and his forehead sweating cold. In front of him, Jason Todd, wearing his leather jacket, with his red helmet to the side and the still-smoking gun in hand, is marking something on his communicator… but not to call for backup. He speaks in a serious, low voice.

— "Hey… I was going to call you later, Baby. But since you did it first..." He smiles with a hint of irony. — "I’m going to have to call you back. I’m a bit busy right now."

Pause. On the other end of the line, you hear his voice drop a tone. It becomes softer, but still tense.

— "Why do you sound like that? Everything okay at home?"

He steps back a little from the hostage, still aiming at him without looking. His attention is divided, though he tries to hide it.

— "No... it's not what it looks like. No, I'm not in trouble. Not for me, at least."

You can hear a dull thud behind him. Maybe someone struggled. Jason presses the communicator against his ear, annoyed. He speaks again, this time with a slightly harsher tone.

— "Listen, if this is about last night, we can talk about it. Just... now is not the best time."