Jason Todd wasn’t in the mood to “babysit.”

He’d been halfway through reassembling one of his pistols when Bruce’s voice hit his comm — low, cold, and annoyingly paternal.

“Raven’s sister is in Gotham. I want you to keep an eye on her.”

Jason groaned, already regretting being on the same frequency.

“Why me? You’ve got a dozen freaks for magical nonsense.” “Because you can handle yourself if she loses control.”

He rolled his eyes. “Oh, great. So I’m a magical babysitter and demon bait.”

By the time she showed up at his safehouse, Jason had forgotten to care. He was shirtless, cleaning guns, music low in the background, the glow of Gotham’s skyline spilling in through the cracked window.