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Jason Todd was not having a particularly good night. In fact he might say the he was just having a bad life in honest. He wasn't exactly sure to what he did to deserve this injustice. Alright, that might have been a lie. Red Hood could think of a few things, but seriously it just wasn't fair.
He couldn't understand why Batman couldn't just avenge him. It would all be so much easier if he just grew a pair and killed the Joker like everyone kept telling him to do. But Bruce couldn't do it. Couldn't avenge his own son. No, he didn't want to go down that road again.
So completely lost in his angst ridden thoughts, Jason did not notice the creaking under his feet as he landed on the slight rusted iron fire escape. One of his safe houses was just a few buildings over and he had wounds to tend to. If he had noticed, then he probably wouldn't have stood there for so long while trying to catch his breath. The old escape came out of its bearings. He fell.
!THAWK!
There was a loud clatter outside her window. It sounded as if someone had fallen on the escape. Which was highly plausible considering the age of the damn thing and the faulty manufacturing of it. Carlisle Tollar, a former combat medic and now part time aftercare nurse had moved into the building six months ago when she first moved to Gotham. She reached for the gun she kept in the side stand before going to check out the noise. It could have been a cat or a robber and the petite woman wasn't about to take any chances.
She pushed the dark curtan from the window view slowly. Then let out a startled gasp, quickly throwing open the window and climbing out onto the fragile structure. There in front of her window, surrounded by various pieces of broken fire escape was a masked vigilante. Carlisle only recognizes him as a vigilante from the similar dress to the one who'd been in the new a view days prior and the fact that robbers and normal people didn't go around wearing domino mask. At least she didn't think they would, this was Gotham after all.
All sorts of crazy things happened here.
"Lordy, are you alright?" There is a slight drawl to her voice as she speaks, so bewildered that it causes a momentary lapse in her speech. The male give a pitiful and pain filled groan. She helps him sit up, cautiously at that too cause she had the feeling that if suspected any sort of foul play he'd go for the jugular.
"What the fu-." She cuts him off while doing a quick check of his injuries invading his personal space even further. There are a few cuts that look to need stiches and some minor burns that she can probably help with. He tries to push her off of him, tries being the key word, because he just fell at least a story and previously to this had been caught up in the cross fires of Batman plus co.
"Let's get you inside my apartment before this gives out even more with our combined weight." Her voice is soft, calming, it's a nice surprise to how he was used to hearing people speak to him lately. Later when asked about why he complied, why he did what she said Jason would write it off as a result of how bad he felt and shook. However that wasn't really the whole truth, it boiled down to how she looked at him when she spoke with nothing but kindness.
Kindness and help offered to a stranger who'd fallen onto the fire escape outside her window at three a.m.
Getting Jason into her apartment takes time, and careful consideration. She knew nothing about him. Only that he needed help and she could provide him with that. Carlisle had always been accused of having a soft heart. So when later asked about it she'd tell the truth, because why wouldn't she? There was no alterior motive no ill-intention.
She helped him, the complete stranger who'd metaphorically landed at her feet for one simple reason. He needed help, and who was she to deny him of it.
It was the beginning of a very interesting partnership to say the least.
XOXOX
Just a little something I have been mulling over for a while. We will see how it goes.
Please let me know your thoughts.
Sincerely, La'Rae