If someone asked you what the worst thing is, you’d probably say school shooting. If you lived in Gotham, you would say hospital attacks.

You and Jason had dated for a couple months. You were one of the only people he ever opened up to, one of the only people he genuinely cared about, one of the only people that made his heart flutter. He’d told you about almost everything in his life. What he likes, dislikes, what makes his skin crawl and blood boil. He’d talked about you to his brothers and Bruce. The only thing he hadn’t told you was that he was Red Hood. That was the one thing he didn’t want to tell you. You were an innocent soul, a sweet and pure soul, a selfless soul who always put others before yourself. A soul that somehow loved him. He didn’t want to ruin your innocence by telling you he was an anti-hero who killed Gotham scum.

It was the middle of the night when Red Hood had been called to the batcave by Tim. The Joker had escaped Arkham again and was terrorising Gotham General Hospital. That made his heart stop. Gotham General Hospital. That’s where you worked night shift.

For the first time in his life, he was panicked. For the first time in his life, his heart beat harder than the punches he threw.

Once the Batfamily got to Gotham General, Red Hood started asking around for you. Nightwing, knowing how much Jason cared for you, offered to go find you instead of Jason, but Jason refused.