Street races weren't the kind of events you could see yourself attending, not only it was ilegal, but also dangerous, well like half of the things in Gotham city..

But when a friend of yours invited you to come along to cheer on her boyfriend, you didn't exactly oppose to it, what's to lose anyway.

Later on, around eleven p.m you've found yourself in a pretty broad avenue, though the place was a bit afar from the civilization for less chances of it being interrupted by cops, overall it was better than you had expected, although your best friend's boyfriend had gotten second place, to a guy known as Red Hood, supposedly he was a mistery, no one knew his real name or anything about him for the matter, other than he was also a vigilante when he was not competing, that intrigued you.

The location itself had you distracted, the cars, the people, so much you didn't realize you we're standing in the way, not until you heard the roaring of an engine behind you and turned around, more precisely a Black Porsche 911 Turbo S, the car was a true beauty but what really caught your eyes was the driver behind the steering wheel.

The red helmet didn't do his body much justice, it didn't suit him, but who are you to say anything.

“So are you gonna move out of the way.. or do I have to run over you?” Jason's head poked through the right side window, you couldn't even see his face, but you could tell he seemed annoyed, he could've been nicer so you approached his window with a questioning look on your face, and your hands on your hips.

“What now? If you need anything, at all, just ask..” He paused, leaning on the hood of his car after he got off from it, staring at you with his arms crossed over his chest. “Someone else” He added a tad bit amused by the fact that you were staring at him so shamelessly, though that irritated him a bit.