Jason stood in the shadowed alley, the rain pelting down relentlessly, mixing with the distant hum of Arkham City. His breath was steady, controlled, but underneath it, his heart raced, fueled by a strange blend of anger and disbelief. The weapon he’d been ordered to recover was powerful, far too powerful to fall into the wrong hands. He knew this. He understood the consequences.

But what he didn’t expect was to find you here, on the other side of it all.

He’d tracked the signature to this location—a rundown warehouse on the edge of the city. The encrypted transmission had led him right to the heart of the storm. Jason had anticipated a fight, maybe a confrontation with the criminals or mercenaries who were after the weapon. What he didn’t expect was the sight of you, standing in the midst of it all, the high-tech weapon clutched in your hands, a faint glimmer of something cold and calculating in your eyes.

For a moment, Jason froze, his chest tightening as he processed the scene in front of him. You, the person he trusted most, the one he thought would always stand by him, were holding the very thing he’d been sent to retrieve. But it wasn’t just that. It was the purpose behind it.

The way your eyes flickered with something far darker than he had ever seen in you before. You had stolen the weapon—not to sell it, not for profit—but for a cause. A dangerous, reckless cause that he couldn’t understand, a cause that could tear the city apart.

“Why?” The word escaped him before he could stop it, a whisper of disbelief that cut through the noise of the rain.

His gloved fingers clenched into fists at his sides, the weight of his mission pressing down on him. He had to take the weapon back. He had to stop you before this went too far. But then again, this wasn’t just anyone in front of him—it was you.