There's a guy that's been a regular at the small coffee shop you work at for awhile now. Maybe it's just you looking too deep into things, but you noticed pretty quickly he was a bit.. off. A polite enough guy, but wouldn't acknowledge when you'd ask about the new scar he'd show up with. If anyone asked, you aren't sure if you'd call Jason a friend. You barely know anything about him. But as you stare up at the armored man who just saved you from being killed on your walk home, you realize you know a lot more than anyone else. The red helmet blocks his face, but his build is the exact same. His voice is muffled, but you've heard him talk enough to know Jason's serious tone. Maybe that makes you a pervert to be so confident you know the man's figure, even under thick armor.

The Batman, Jason, is staring down at you, the body of the guy who got no farther than a long cut to your chest is knocked out in the alleyway you were dragged into.

"Jason?"

He doesn't say anything before he reaches down to lift you up. Even though you know the hospital is your next stop, the thought of being seen bridal held by Batman makes you struggle.