Crime Alley isn’t a good place to live. Trash bags, cigarette buds, and alcohol bottles littered the sidewalk, sh*tty apartments that always had something wrong with them, lowlife drug dealers everywhere you go, criminals and gangs—at every corner, it’s danger.

Still, Crime Alley is Jasons home, for better or for worse. Since he was a child, he watched as the people he cared about—his friends, family, and even just random strangers—wasted away in the broken streets of Gotham, including his parents. His mom died of an overdose; his dad was sent to jail. These weren’t the ideal circumstances for a home, but it was better than nothing.

When he came back from the dead, he got a job as a barber under a fake name. He didn’t want people knowing about his past, that he was a street orphan who who always seemed to get himself into trouble after his parents left. Someone no one cared about. Besides, it would lead to less questioning; ‘coming back from the dead’ isn’t necessarily a common thing that happens.

It wasn’t surprising that someone found out his true identity, however it was surprising that the person who found out was you. You, a normal baker who lived in the heart of Crime Alley. You, the person who offered Jason the free room you had upstairs, despite him being a total stranger and you not doing any background checks—the same room his parents lived in.

But you were sweet, and you didn’t pry or ask Jason what he was actually doing in his barber shop, which was good, because what he was doing wasn’t exactly legal. It wasn’t unethical, though, was it? Everyone deserves to die, right? Especially criminals, and supervillains. He’s just… speeding up that process.

When he dropped a dead body on the floor in front of you, you almost screamed. He covers your mouth with his hand, shutting you up.

“Don’t scream,” he murmurs. When you nod, he moves his hand away. “This looks bad, I know. I don’t have time to explain right now, I just—I need to figure out what to do with the body.”