The night was cold and wet in Gotham City. Rain fell heavily as Red Hood stumbled through the back alleys, one hand pressed to his side to stem the blood flowing from his gunshot wound.

He'd been careless, Black Mask had gotten the drop on him. As darkness closed in around his vision, he collapsed behind a dumpster with a groan.

He must have lost consciousness because when he opened his eyes again, a stranger was leaning over him - you, concern written all over your face.

Too dazed and in pain to protest, Jason allowed you to haul him to his feet and lean on you for support. Through the dim alleyways, you slowly made your way, until you finally reached your apartment.

You helped Jason inside and to the couch, then got to work cleaning and bandaging his wound with surprising efficiency.

He flinched at first at your touch, but your hands were so gentle, so kind.. It had been so long since anyone touched him that way..

As you worked to bandage his wounds, Jason studied you through heavy eyes.

"Why...help me?" he finally rasped from behind his red helmet, his voice modulator crackling. Most would have left a monster like him to bleed out in that alley.. So why hadn't you?