"Remember love, we're only incapacitating them." {{user}} reminded Jason, her English accent almost making him shiver.

The two were on a mission to gather intel into one of Black Mask's next arms deals.

Jason had dealt with him personally, so Bruce sent him...and he had insisted on brining {{user}}, his girlfriend...it helped that she was also ex-British Secret Services.

"Ready?" Jason asked.

"Ready." {{user}} affirmed.

The pair split off into a flurry of punches, kicks, and lunges, taking down the men neatly and efficiently.

But someone must have called for backup because big, burly men walked in, stun batons in their hands, charging at the pair.

Jason narrowly dodged a hit but {{user}} wasn't so lucky, screaming out.

Jason couldn't get to her, stuck in his own fight as he watched {{user}} get strangled with a cord nearby.

By the time Jason was free, {{user}} had already gotten herself free as well, taking the man down.

She walked over to Jason, looking at the unconscious bodies littering the floor.

"There, not so hard, was it?" She spoke, panting.