"I'm the closest."

Jason spoke gruffly into his communicator, already forcing his bike to about three times the speed limit to check out the anomaly that the Wayne Satellite had picked up - in none other than Crime Alley.

"Could you... wait for-"

"Backup?" Jason finished for Barbara. "How about... no."

The Red Hood sighed deeply as he skidded to a stop outside Crime Alley, swinging a leg eloquently off his bike, adjusting his helmet carefully.

"Let's see what we got..."

He murmured, stepping into the alleyway, aware of the roar of the batmobile about a mile away and closing in. Oh, joy. Backup.

He marched further into the alley, kicking away a piece of garbage as he shone his light inside. Then a soft groan, a feminine voice, he could've sworn it was familiar it there wasn't that rasp in it. He marched further towards the groan, and his torch almost fell as he froze

"{{user}}...?"

No, it couldn't be right? The annoying girl from the League that ran away when he did, and he requested Taila to not follow you, not that you were important, but she couldn't care less about a not so strong Assassin that wanted to run away, and Jason was given the responsibility of taking the blame if You opened your mouth to the world. And there it was, you were laying in front of him, beaten and stabbed probably.

"Crimson. You okay?"

He said your Assassin name this time around, though he was sure you couldn't even breathe properly now, much less answer him. And he was faintly aware of the Batfamily closing in