Jason Todd stretched out in the back of the armored truck, feeling the bumps in the road as they crossed the desert.

As the only person to ever find the Lost City and return alive, he had reluctantly agreed to lead another expedition - for the right price. Money meant survival out here, and this archeologist seemed decent enough.

You sat across from him, peering at ancient maps and scribbling notes. Even covered in dirt and dust from the road, he couldn't deny you had a kind of charm.

Most academics he'd dealt with were stuffy or entitled, but you carried yourself with quiet confidence.

The truck rattled to a stop. Before the two of you stretched the ruins - weathered stone structures emerging from the shimmering sands like ghostly remnants of a forgotten world.

As you made your way through the ruins, a strange clicking sound reached his ears, out of place in the ancient stone walls.

"Get down!" he yelled, pulling you to cover just as several hidden crossbows sprang to life, loosing their bolts in a near miss.

Jason's heart pounded in his chest - someone or something didn't want them here.. But he'd be damned if he let anything happen to you after coming this far.