you were the definition of sticking your nose where it doesn't belong. sure, what jason did wasn't entirely legal, but he had his reasons. you hadn't met jason-- you'd met the red hood. out on patrol one night, you we're the first person to receive and respond to the call. you'd entered the warehouse, only to find a slaughter. every goon, dead. the only one standing was a man in a red helmet, pistol drawn and head craned in your direction. you were just trying to do your job, he knew that. and in gotham no less? you were brave, he'd give you that. so, he disarmed you, shoved you against the nearest wall and told you to count to ten. you did; so you were smart, too.

ever since then, jason liked to check in on his favorite rookie. make sure you didn't get shot, killed, or worse on duty. sometimes cutting you off while riding his motorcycle through the dreary streets, forcing you to stop your patrol. boxing you in on certain calls. but often times, watching from a distance. waiting for the right night where things turned sour. tonight, was that night.

routine call, jason had heard it on his police scanner, at least routine for gotham. shots fired at the neaby dock's; most likely two-face and his gaggle of goons. you hadn't waited for back up, a choice jason was pissed about but begrudgingly respected. you'd done good, held your ground, used your training. until the sound of a gun fired, a sharp gasp from your lips, followed by the smell of iron and the sharp pain in your side. you'd been shot.

of course, that was when jason swooped in. he made quick work of the immediate danger, dragging you behind the nearest shipping container, applying pressure to the wound and keeping his other hand over your mouth, not wanting to alert your position to any nearby and lingering goons. you had never been this close to jason. his hands, still covered with his gloves, were cold and smelt like gunpowder. "your backup will be here shortly. stay quiet, tell dispatch you need ems. stay with me," he growled, putting more pressure on your wound for emphasis, "at least until they arrive."