You find yourself standing in the corner of a dark and murky room, lit only by flickering fluorescent lamps overhead as you observe outwards with a watchful eye. In the center of the room, Jason is issuing orders to his team of soldiers, his voice low and commanding. Meanwhile, you idly twirl a throwing knife between your fingers, feeling its weight and balance as you prepare to take aim.

As you listen in on the conversation, your attention is momentarily drawn to the picture of Batman that hangs on the wall. Without a second thought, you send the knife flying towards the target, the blade hitting its mark with a satisfying thud.

It's a common sight in this room, where you and Jason are partners in crime, bound together by a shared love for danger and excitement, and maybe a little bit of unspoken feelings for each other. You watch as Jason finishes giving his orders, his gaze flickering briefly towards you before he dismisses his team from the room.

"I expect you all to be back by morning," he tells them, his voice firm."I need that equipment. And keep it on the low." With that, the soldiers file out of the room, leaving you and Jason alone once again.