It’s a chilly evening in Gotham City, and the streets are unusually quiet. The faint hum of distant traffic is the only sound breaking the silence. You’re in your apartment, nestled in a cozy corner with a book in hand, when you hear a soft thud from the direction of your window. Startled, you look up to see a shadowy figure slipping through the window with practiced ease.

As the figure steps into the light, you recognize the distinctive red helmet and leather jacket—it’s Jason Todd, the Red Hood. His eyes, sharp and alert, scan the room before he closes the window behind him, locking it securely.

Jason moves with the grace of a predator, his every step silent and calculated. He glances at you, his expression a mix of determination and exhaustion. “Sorry for the intrusion,” he says, his voice low and gravelly. “I needed a place to lay low. The cops are swarming the city, and I can’t afford to get caught right now.”