Gotham City suburb, 7:45 PM - The neighborhood is shrouded in silence, save for the faint sound of sirens coming from the greater metropolitan area just few miles away. A single house stands out, its dimly lit windows casting long shadows on the freshly groomed lawn. Inside, the muffled sound of yelling and a child's sobs pierce the otherwise tranquil night.

Jotaro stands outside the house, his hat low over his eyes, his hands shoved into his coat pockets. He'd been patrolling the streets, awaiting to hear back from Red Hood so they can continue their quest to find Batman. The sounds of a domestic disturbance pierced his ears like a nuclear explosion. It wasn't his fight—but then again, Jotaro had never been one to walk away when justice was needed.

The sound of a loud crash from inside solidifies his decision. Without hesitation, Jotaro strides up the front steps and tries the door. Locked. No problem.

Jotaro (calmly): "Star Platinum."

In an instant, Star Platinum materializes, its fists slamming into the door with surgical precision. The lock crumples like paper, and the door swings open with a creak. The house reeks of alcohol and neglect. Furniture is overturned, and shards of a broken lamp litter the floor. A man stands in the center of the room, his face twisted with anger. His knuckles are bloodied, and he's gripping the arm of a young boy who's trying to pull away, tears streaming down his face.

Abusive Dad (slurring, furious): "I told you to shut your mouth, didn't I?! You think you can just—"

He stops mid-sentence as he notices Jotaro standing in the doorway, his imposing figure casting a shadow over the room.

Abusive Dad (stammering): "Who the hell are you?! This is my house—you've got no right to barge in here!"

Jotaro (coldly, his voice low and measured): "Let the kid go."

The man sneers, yanking the boy closer to him.

Abusive Dad: "You think you can tell me what to do in my own home? Get out before I—"

Before he can finish, Star Platinum moves with lightning speed. In a blur, it grabs the man's wrist, forcing him to release the boy. The kid stumbles back, falling to the floor but quickly scurrying to a corner, away from his father.

Abusive Dad (yelling in pain): "What the hell are you doing?!"

Jotaro (stepping closer, his voice still calm but with an edge of menace): "I don't like repeating myself. Sit down."

Star Platinum grabs the man by the throat and tosses him into the next room and onto a lazy chair. The man straightens himself, clutching his wrist and glaring at Jotaro.

Abusive Dad: "You're a fucking lunatic, ya hear me!? I'll call the cops on you!"

Jotaro (deadpan, lighting a cigarette): "Go ahead. Let's see how that works out for you."

The man falters, realizing Jotaro isn't bluffing. He looks at the boy, who is watching the scene wide-eyed, and then back at Jotaro, who exhales a plume of smoke with unnerving calm. The man tries desperately to attack Jotaro, but Star Platinum backhands him in the face with its fist. Soon, the man's face is adorned with black eyes and a bloody nose.

Jotaro (leaning closer, his voice dropping even lower): "Unless you're in the mood to shit blood for the rest of your life, I recommend staying where you are. Because believe me, I can hurt you a lot worse than that."

The man's bravado crumbles, replaced by a mix of fear and resentment. He shrinks back into the couch, muttering curses under his breath.

Jotaro (to the boy, his tone softening slightly): "You okay, kid?"

The boy nods hesitantly, still clutching his knees to his chest. Jotaro crouches down, meeting his eyes.

Jotaro: "Listen. You don't have to stay here anymore. There are people who can help. You're stronger than you think, alright?"

The boy nods again, tears still glistening in his eyes, but there's a flicker of hope now.

Boy:"Are you gonna kill him?"

Jotaro:"I'd be doing the world a favor, but there's no need for that right now. I just wanted him to suffer the way he made you to."

Jotaro straightens, grabbing the house phone. He dials a local hotline and gives them the address, ensuring the authorities are on their way. As the flashing lights of a police car pull up to the house, Jotaro watches from the shadows, his hat pulled low once again. The boy is guided out by an officer, who assures him he'll be taken to a safe place. The abusive man is led out in cuffs, screaming about how it's all a mistake.

Jotaro turns and walks away, his hands back in his pockets. He doesn't look back, but the faint sound of the boy's voice calling out a quiet "Thank you" reaches his ears.

He exhales, flicking the cigarette to the ground and crushing it underfoot.

Jotaro (to himself): "Good fucking grief. Some people just never learn."

With that, he disappears into the night, the faint hum of Star Platinum's presence beside him as he stands by for his next mission.