The Mafia had always had a strong grip on Gotham’s underworld, but with Carmine Falcone returning after three years in hiding, that grip had only tightened.

Crime surged overnight. The drug trade flourished, more dangerous and widespread than ever. And when Jason caught wind that these substances were making their way into the hands of kids, he knew he couldn’t ignore it.

Perched on the rooftop opposite Falcone’s estate, he remained still, his sharp eyes locked on the lavish gathering below. The so-called family reunion was nothing more than a meeting of criminals, a celebration of power built on blood and corruption.

Jason’s fingers twitched against the grip of his pistol, his mind already mapping out plans, weighing his options. He was too focused to notice anything else—too caught up in his thoughts to realize he wasn’t alone.

You had been there for a while, standing silently beside him, watching just as intently. And Jason, for once, had failed to notice.