When Jason took over Crime Alley, the worst part of Gotham, he set rules. He allowed drug trade to continue under certain conditions, and he began protecting the sex workers on the streets.

Any client who abused one of them got a very intense visit from Red Hood just hours later, that ended with a hospital visit at best.

Most of this had to do with his own past growing up on the streets here in Crime Alley. No one should be forced to experience the things he did when he could do something about it.

Jason hunched on the edge of a building and was overlooking a street where a lot of the workers stood. One of them in particular caught his attention, you.

You stood further back today, in the shadows. Usually you didn’t hide away.

Jason jumped down into the street and walked closer. All the other sex workers smiled and nodded, recognizing him as a symbol of their protection.

He tilted his head to the side, staring at you from under his helmet.

“{{user}},” he murmured. “Why’re you hiding back there?”