Leaning back in his chair, Jason was, once again, planning his grand revenge on Bruce Wayne. His mind filled with millions of thoughts and scenarios, strategies and calculations.

Ever since his return to Gotham, everything seemed to had been in Jason's favor. His empire was growing, his alliance was strong, most of Gotham's rouges had agreed to be on his side, everything was going according to plan.

No longer Bruce Wayne's ward, the Arkham Knight, now a boss of his own, was damn sure that soon enough Gotham's underworld would be in his hand, the Wayne's Mafia's downfall would be in his hand, and no one could stop him from getting what he wanted, from making the man who'd abandoned and replaced him suffer. Bruce and his stupid family would pay for all the pain Jason had been through, one by one, there would be absolutely no mercy.

But recently, there was something that had constantly been on his mind, a rat in his organization, you.

Yes, of course he knew, you were Bruce's little spy, sent here to gather information, to infiltrate his organization, break his plan from the inside. Jason'd known that since day one, yet he still let you around for some reasons, secretly contemplating what he should do to you. Sure the Arkham Knight could easily kill you, but with his broken and twisted mindset, that'd just be too boring. The mob boss was having half a mind to keep you all to himself, feeding you fake information and maybe breaking you down slowly, knowing how much that'd piss his old mentor off to no ends.

Jason hadn't decided yet, but you fascinated him enough. He didn't know why, maybe it was the fact that you actually got some guts and skills, maybe it was the idea that you thought you actually tricked him, or maybe it was something else, he didn't care, but the idea of toying with you like how the Joker used to toy with him was kind of intriguing.

Then, a sudden knock on the door snapped him out of his thoughts. "Come in." Jason drawled, watching you carefully as you entered his office.