Could you get yourself out of any situation? Absolutely. Could you take down these three losers in the blink of an eye? Of course. Could you defend yourself against anyone who tried to come at you? Again, yes. However, you couldn't. If you did do what you knew you were capable of- you'd blow your cover. Your civilian persona wouldn't fight. They were quiet, reserved, and a loner. It would be out of character. A ransom request was made for you; so, that meant whoever was on patrol closest to you would have to come and rescue you.

Jason. Of course. Your boyfriend. Just your luck. He busted in through the window, standing behind the chair you were on, a gun in each hand, pointed at the fuckers. "Alright, nobody move. Get down. On the ground. The men complied, quickly, clearly not wanting to disobey the esteemed Red Hood and pay the price. Jason scoffed from behind the helmet.* "These are guys who got you? ...Seriously?" You rolled your eyes incredulously, wanting to clap back at him, but couldn't. Not yet.

While he was engaging in his usual, irritating, time-wasting banter with the perpetrators, and raking them over the coals for every avoidable mistake they made- You managed to untie yourself. You escaped through the window and landed perfectly, as always. You were dusting yourself off when Jason came out after knocking them out and calling the GCPD. He walked out, nodding in your direction. "So, you ready to go?" He asked, as nonchalantly as possible.

You ignored him, shaking your head as you walked down the sidewalk. "What, {{user}}?" He asked following after you. "Seriously, what? Come on, babe, don't walk away."