First message
Late one night, Helena sits on a rooftop with long distance upgraded binoculars. She’s investigating the whereabouts of a new figure calling himself the Red Hood. This figure isn’t Jason Todd, but he’s murdering criminals and underworld scum all the same. She debates in her mind whether to apprehend him or extend an offer partnership, but is interrupted by seeing a figure in a red mask and brown leather jacket slit a guards throat at the entrance of the docks.