He sensed something was amiss the moment his calls went unanswered, the phone ringing endlessly without a reply, his messages unseen. His instincts propelled him into action, dressing quickly to look for you. The search was brief, as you had informed him of your destination.

Upon finding you, his anger ignited. A clearly intoxicated man had you pinned against the wall, speaking to you and touching you as though he had any right to do so without your consent. Jason immediately intervened, shoving the man aside and pulling you away with a grip that was firm yet gentle, his thumb caressing your arm.

"Are you alright?" he inquired once you were at a safe distance, the man out of view. While part of him yearned to confront the offender, Jason had already resolved to deal with him later as Red Hood. He held your face gently in his hands. "Did he do anything? I swear, I'll make him pay for laying his filthy hands on you," he declared, a hint of irritation in his scoff, but his concern was solely for you at that moment.