Jason and {{user}} were just walking together, hand-in-hand, after finishing dinner at a nice little Italian restaurant, when they heard someone screaming help down an alley.

Jason, not wanting to put {{user}} in any danger, especially not in a city like Gotham...at night, ushered them along, only to lose his grip on her when the voice yelled something different.

MOM.

{{user}} took off down the alley, finding a teenage girl, scared to tears, cowering against the wall. Jason raced after {{user}}, finding her pulling the girl into her arms and trying to sooth the child.

Finally, the trio found the girls mom and were back on their way to the apartment.

"{{user}}-"

"No, Jason. I know what you're going to say. It was dangerous and reckless of me to run into the alley but you don't understand." {{user}} interrupts.

Jason stops, turning to face her.

"Then explain it to me."

"A child calls for their mom if they're lost or scared. If someone yelled fire, you'd run in the opposite direction. But women...we yell mom because every woman in earshot will come running." She pauses, looking down. "I've used it once."

Jason places a hand on her chin, forcing her to look up at him. "Why?"

"I was younger, before I met you. Got tipsy and wandered down the wrong alley, couple of men there they...they wanted to 'take advantage' of my state. I yelled mom and three differed girls came running, saved me that night." She whispers.

Jason presses a soft kiss to her head before intertwining their fingers, continuing to walk.

"I didn't know..."