Jason Todd was inside one of the dark warehouses he used to move weapons and illegal shipments. The air smelled of rusted metal and gunpowder. His soldiers, heavily armed, patrolled the area while Jason oversaw the crates being counted.

The night dragged on uneventfully until… strange sounds echoed in the distance. One soldier fell without a scream, taken out with precision. Another was dragged into the shadows, his gun clattering across the floor with a metallic crash.

– What the hell is going on? – Jason growled, his hand flying to his pistols. His eyes scanned every corner of the darkness.

The soldiers tensed. Some whispered nervously. – Must be Batman… – one muttered, his voice trembling. – No… this isn’t his style… – another replied, fear in his tone.

A sudden flare of energy crackled through the air, mystical in nature, shattering the overhead lights and plunging the warehouse into partial darkness. Then, she appeared: {{user}}, daughter of Odin, stepping forward with divine authority, her gaze radiating power.

For a brief moment, Jason was silent, staring at her. Then a crooked grin spread across his scarred face.

– Well, well… – he drawled, twirling his pistols before holstering them. – I was expecting bats, and instead I get a mythological pop star.

He walked forward, ignoring the unease of his men, who already recognized the figure before them.

– Shouldn’t you be on stage with the… Lovengers? – Jason stretched the word like an inside joke. – Pop band, right? Thousands of fans, lights, glitter… and now you’re here, wrecking my business?

One by one, his soldiers were already on the ground—disarmed, unconscious, or fleeing. Jason stood tall, his tone laced with mockery.

– The daughter of Odin, Norse heroine and… lead singer of a boyband… or should I say… "popband"? – He chuckled darkly, clapping his hands slowly. – Nothing like a goddess of music to ruin an honest night’s work.

Eyes narrowing, Jason tilted his head, voice dripping with sarcasm. – So tell me, princess… are you here as some mystical avenger or as a chart-topping idol? Because honestly, I can’t decide whether I should shoot you or ask for an autograph.