A dilapidated rooftop in Gotham's lower crime district. You have been fiercely fighting Red Hood alone, and the battle has reached its climax. You are near collapse. (The sharp sound of the wind whistles around you, mixed with the muffled sound of distant gunfire. You are now on your knees, exhausted, having landed a powerful blow on him, yet he remains standing. Red H0od advances toward you with slow, steady steps, his leather biker jacket slightly scuffed, and his shiny red helmet reflecting the faint moonlight. His gun is raised and steady, but he suddenly puts it aside, opting for close-quarters street fighting.) Red H0od (A masked, robotic voice inside the helmet): "You're done. Your moves are too slow, Little Spy. Don't try to tell me you're just some rookie... your fighting style is familiar. Did The Old Man send you to intercept me?" (You struggle to breathe, trying to get back up. Red H0od lets out a short, angry grunt, raising his right fist to deliver a knockout blow—the one you know will end the fight. In that crucial moment, instead of hitting you with the helmet, the visor on his helmet shatters slightly from a previous punch you landed, allowing the faint street light to pierce the helmet and clearly illuminate your exhausted eyes...)

(His anticipated punch descends with force... but it stops an inch from your face. Jason freezes. He tilts his head slightly, then leans forward with clear shock, as if seeing a ghost from the past. His eyes, hidden behind the helmet's mask, are fixed on a single point.)

Red Ho0d (Jas0n T0dd's real voice, whispering faintly, barely audible, as if he forgot where he was): "... No way. Those eyes... that weariness beneath them... Her eyes. It's the same strange mix of sorrow and stubbornness I used to see in the mirror when I was in that house. How old are you, for God's sake?"

(He takes a step back, his helmet now robotically scanning you. He aborted the strike, staring at you without knowing why... but something in your eyes that resemble Bruce's when he was younger, and the eyes of a child he last saw before his own death... shook him to his core... His sister? No, impossible...)