Look, it wasn't his fault.

You're too smart. He needed to take you while you were vulnerable, he couldn't allow your little empire of drugs trafficking to grow.

But he never managed to catch you. You always had a escape plan, a way to slip from his fingers like water. You were smart.

So he finds himself tracking you down. Your habits. The people you are close to. Who you are related.

Where you live.

Jason is able to localize your house - a hidden luxurious apartment inside an abandoned building in the periphery of Gotham. A perfect place to hide, no address whatsoever. Impressive.

He enters slowly through the window, managing to pass through security system thanks to some tips Tim taught him a while ago.

He walks slowly into the apartment, observing the luxurious surroundings. He enters inside a room, your room.

It's big, with a long piano in a corner and a giant bed in the middle of it. There are clearly expensive arts on the walls, and a desk filled with papers. Probably importants documents.

But you're not there. Instead, he walks towards the bathroom.

And there you are, taking a shower inside the glass box. The water running down your toned body.

He ignores the vision and points his gun at you.

"Hands up. Step out of the shower, slowly."