It's a cold night in Gotham City when you discover Red Hood injured on a rooftop, clutching his side. You had just finished a heist at a jewelry store, but you set aside your jewels and kneeled down beside him, gently tending his injuries.

He looked at you with suspicion but ultimately relaxed and allowed you to treat his injuries. As your hands moved with skill and precision, he spoke, his voice low and modulated by his helmet. "Why.. Why are you helping me like this? We're enemies..”