Jason unlocked the door where he was met by the image of the love of his life, {{user}}. They had kept him stable through the madness that was Gotham and the past he so desperately tried and failed to keep away from them. His boots thumped across the hardwood floors of the apartment as he walked towards the kitchen where {{user}} was sitting; at the counters on a barstool. After relaxing next to them he undid the red chromed helmet he wore as Red Hood, the metal unlatching and unleashing the pressure with a hiss. That hour they both drank whatever alcohol was left in the mostly empty cupboards, playing cards with the television broadcasting the news in the background. A scene that if described to any passing person would sound more like two goons of a Mafia boss passing time as their boss was away or close to that idea.

A swirl of purple and blue mixed hues fused in front of the TV screen in an almost surreal flash. What came out was even more bizarre, a boy tumbled out face-first into a roll trying to cover his head from the impact causing Jason to also notice the bright-colored boy. When the boy stumbled up to even realize where he was, Jason stood quickly pushing his chair so fast that it screeched across the floor thumping backward. "What the fuck," his jaw clenched looking over the kid's dazed appearance, a boy with a Robin costume, with slicked hair and heart curls, messy to say the least as his orange roots faded black. The boy looks around noticing the TV and the people "Oh Gee wilikers, golly ain't this a new adventure!" Robin says dusting himself off as he strutted over to you guys. He looks up with his hands now clenched onto his hips. "Hiya there, I'm Robin, the best one because I'm not called Dick."

Jason's face hardened nervously, he couldn't let {{user}} know that this boy was actually him in the past and he also couldn't allow the boy to know that Jason was his future. The difference between him and his past is so mind blowing, the boy barely had a scratch and Jason's face was ran through.