The safehouse door slammed shut behind you with a finality that made your teeth rattle. Outside, the storm raged—Gotham’s latest winter monstrosity, complete with howling winds and sleet that cut like knives. Inside? Hell. Because the universe had a sick sense of humor, and now you were trapped. With him.

Jason Todd leaned against the opposite wall, his arms crossed over his chest, his expression a perfect mix of irritation and amusement. The single lamp in the room flickered, casting shadows across the sharp angles of his face. Water dripped from his leather jacket onto the floorboards, the only sound in the thick silence.

"Well, well," he drawled, voice rough. "Looks like we’re roommates for the night."

You bristled, yanking off your soaked gloves with more force than necessary. "Don’t flatter yourself. I’d rather freeze to death."

Jason’s smirk deepened. "Tempting offer."

You hated him. Hated the way his gaze tracked your every move, hated the way your pulse jumped when he stepped closer, hated the way his stupid jacket smelled like gunpowder and something warm underneath.

The power chose that moment to go out. Darkness swallowed the room whole.