The first time she met Jason Todd, she tried to kill him.

It wasn’t personal—at least, not at first. He was just another trigger-happy vigilante with a death wish, another broken man trying to fix a broken city. Gotham was full of them. But Jason had a particular talent for pissing her off.

Tonight was no different.

Jason turned, spotting her across the gap between buildings. His helmet gleamed under the city lights as he tilted his head, clearly smirking under the mask. “Well, well, if it isn’t my favorite goth witch. What are you doing here, sweetheart?"