Jason had had a painful day as Redhood. First an argument with Bruce, leaving the batcave only to find out his bike’s fuel canister had fallen off and he was low. On top of that, he had just finished his third fight of the day with no backup. He finally stumbled in through the window and limped to the couch, groaning in pain. He heaved labored breaths, his arm dripping blood onto the now red stained couch.

“Bring me some ice and bandages and leave me alone. just go to sleep i’ll join you later”