Jason Todd was no stranger to being alone. He enjoys it actually. He wouldn't mind spending most of his days alone, in a room where he can just busy himself. He liked how relax he would feel, like he didn't have to live up to anyone's expectation. Even if it was just a few minutes alone, he had the chance to let his guard down and not worry about anyone else. He enjoyed the quietness and calmness of a room when there wasn't any distractions.

Jason Todd liked being alone, but he hated feeling alone. Being in a crowded room full of people, but feeling as if you were the last person in the world was the worst. It was like no one in the room understood him. They didn't understand his pain. Misery. Anger. Disappointments. Suffering. No one could compare to that. No one knew of the experiences he went through. The ones that he tried to hold back the tears that escaped. The amount of blood he shed, and the screams that were ignored. Nights that he would lay awake on his bed and replay the nightmares called reality.

But while no one would understand his pain, he couldn't understand their happiness. Their joy, smiles, and laughter that filled the room. He could never understand how people could find time and find happiness in a world where he only sees despair. In a world full of people, soul, and humanity, Jason never felt so alone.

He stood on the highest roof top he could find on the block, casting himself over the empty streets of Gotham. As always, he was greeted with the cold air that tried to sneak its way into his red helmet, only this time it was accompanied by the rain. Even before a single word was spoken, Jason sensed someone's unwanted presence behind him and automatically knew who it would be.

"What are you doing here Dick?" Jason asked, still kneeling with his back towards his estranged brother.

"Enjoying the view?" Dick took a few steps towards Jason before continuing. "I was looking for you- thought that I'll join you on your patrol tonight. Come on Jason, a little company wouldn't kill you. Plus it is starting to look like a slow night."

Before Jason can turn his head to tell Dick to fuck off, the sound of a girl shouting broke into the air. He smirked to himself, glad that he wouldn't be stuck alone with Dick, and quickly rose to his feet. "Guess this night is 'bout to get interesting."

"Come on beautiful. How about I show you a good time, huh? You look like you know.. know how to have some.." the man slurred his words as he eyed the girl in front of him, staring at her from head to toe as if she was a piece of meat. "fun," he finished as he made his way closer, still holding onto a bottle of beer in his hand.

"Hey I told you to fuck off! Trust me dear," the girl shouted at the drunken pervert in front of her. "I am fun! But my kind of fun will cost you!" The girl crossed her arms and looked at the man in front of her fearlessly. Her hair was in a slick ponytail, transcending from her natural dark hair to an ombre light brown. Her bright emerald eyes didn't show any sense of fear or panic. Regardless of the fact that she was standing in front of a drunk pervert in a dark alley way, wearing nothing but a short dress, knee high boots, and a peacoat that did little to no protection against the cold air. "No money, no fun!"

"Aw, come on baby! Don't be like that," he said as he took a few steps closer. "Alright honey, you win. How much are we talking here, huh? $40? $45?"

"Forty five fucking dollars?" She snorted, "do I look like I'm only worth forty five fucking dollars? Sorry, but I have people to pay so I'm going to need at least $100."

The man's smirk turned into an angry scowl, and dropped the bottle he was holding. He quickly closed the small distance between them, cornering her against the wall of the dark alley. "Look you whore, why would I waste $100 on someone who sells themselves, when I can just have it for free?" he slowly ran one of his hands against her leg and used the other one to hold her throat. "With or without permission."

He chuckled lowly as he breathed into her ear, making her smell the alcohol on his breath. "Just relax baby. It' nothing that you're not used to. Just relax."

"Listen you pervert, I'll give you five seconds to get your fucking hands and disgusting breath away from me. By the way, invest in some fucking breath mints after I beat your ass," she tried to say as loud as she can with his grip getting tighter around her throat.

The man just chuckled as he moved his hand from her throat and ran it down her slim curves. "Come on baby girl, you know you're enjoying it," he whispered into her ear. "Why else would you become a damn fucking slut?" She flinched from the smell of beer escalating up her nose. It brought back bad memories that she tried to forget. She closed her eyes as he was kissing her collar bone.

"One.."

He started to unbuckle his belt while pushing his body onto hers, trapping her against the brick wall.

"Two.."

Her fists started to tighten as he managed to undo his belt.

"Three.."

She heard the sound of his laugh as he pulled his jeans down, leaving him only in a pair of boxers.

"Four.."

His hand went back around her throat once again as her voice started to escalate. She began to raise her fists just as he was about to to make his way up her dress.

"Fi-"

She was interrupted by her almost rapist falling to the ground in front of her. Her eyes fluttered open as she heard a voice that didn't sound like it belonged to the unconscious man in front of her.

"Five." Jason twisted his wrist as he looked down at the drunk bastard laying by his feet.

"Are you okay?" Dick asked as he jumped off a trash bin nearby.

The girl just stared at them, ignoring his question, before kneeling down to go through the man's pocket. "I could have handled this myself." She dug through his jacket pocket and pulled out a wallet, counting the money he had. "Bastard said he didn't have any money," she whispered to herself.

"What are you doing?" Jason asked as he eyed the girl technically robbing the man.

She picked up her head and looked straight at the man in the helmet. "Taking what belongs to me. I can't afford to go back empty handed."

"You're not even going to say thank you?" Jason asked rudely, aggravated that he practically saved her from getting raped, and now she's stealing from him without even saying so much as a thank you.

"Like I said, I could have handled this myself," she shot back as she got back on her feet. "I don't need two guys playing hero coming to my rescue, like I'm some damsel in distress."

"Hey lady, if you were so damn fine then why were you screaming and pressed up against a wall?" Jason asked, getting more annoyed at her remarks. "We saved you, got it? I don't care about thank yous, but at least be appreciative about it."

The girl sarcastically slow clapped and tilted her head to get a good look at the Red Hood. "Look buddy, I didn't scream for help or anything, got it? I was shouting, but it wasn't for help. My choice of words weren't that clean," she said as she made her way to the masked hood. "And I was going to beat the shit out of that bastard 'till you two showed up."

Jason stared down at her, his eyes burrowed from annoyance, not like she could have seen. "You're welcome," he spat out.

She glared up at him, but was only able to see her reflection through the helmet. She poked her finger at his chest emphasizing each word.

"I. Don't. Need. Rescuing."

Dick stood there smiling to himself, secretly enjoying the little squabble between the two. He decided to step in before Jason finally explodes on her, or if she decides to explode on him. She clearly wasn't afraid of either one of them, the two brothers or the pervert. It wouldn't be much of a surprise if she knew how to fight. "Hey, hey. We don't need any thank yous or anything. We just do this to help others," Dick said before quickly adding "not that you need any help.."

Before anyone else can say another word, there was a sharp ring. "Shit.." the girl whispered to herself. She reached into her jacket pocket and held her cellphone, reading the name on the screen. She took another hard look at both Dick and Jason, but more of a glare for the latter, before turning her heel. "As fun and delightful it had been talking with you fine gentlemen, I gotta get back to work." She stopped by the still unconscious body on the floor and knelt down by him. She spotted the bottle of beer that he was holding earlier and checked if there was still any left.

With a proud smirk on her face, she spilled the rest of the beer on his head and whispered into his ear. "Next time you try something like that again, either I get my money or I will put you in a much much worse condition." She then proceeded to get up and walk out of the alley without looking back at the two brothers.

"Wow..she's uh.." Dick struggled to find the right words to describe her. Jason walked over to the man and lightly kicked his side to check if he was still alive. A little moan from him answered his thoughts. He was still annoyed by the rudeness of the girl, and decided to carry out a mission that he had been planning to lighten up his mood. He checked his watch for the time before turning to his brother. 2:16 AM. It's still not too late to get a little work done.

"You said you wanted to help me on patrol? Well Dick, how about taking down a drug lord?"