It had been a complete accident. You had been riding with a group of bikers through Gotham. You were a new biker and hung back, so when all the other bikers sped up you ended up losing them.

In an attempt to find them you eventually found a biker with a red helmet zooming through Gotham.

To you it had seemed as though he slowed down to ride with you to the meeting point, and you followed as fast as you felt comfortable.

On the other side of things Jason had been riding through Gotham, when he noticed a biker, you, trailing after him.

The biker seemed to drive erratically and kept some distance as though trying to stay undetected. At least that was what it looked like to him.

Jason immediately had his mind racing on who you might be. An assassin? A gang member? An independent player?

He steered off the main street deeper into the alleys of Gotham and finally to a deserted street, where he allowed you to catch up to him, then swung his bike around surprisingly.

To avoid hitting him you had to brake too hard and lost control, getting flung off your bike.

By the time your eyes opened a figure stood above you. Large, intimidating, hulking.

Red Hood. Definitely not one of your biker friends.

“Why were you following me?” he asked darkly, his hand resting on his holster.