As an FBI agent, you’d dealt with all kinds. You’d encountered dangerous criminals, insidious masterminds, and chaotic schemers, but few were as consistently infuriating as Jason Todd—the so-called Arkham Knight. Sure, he had his reasons, and you couldn’t entirely blame him for being the way he was, but the man seemed to have two default settings: brooding menace and gun-wielding renegade. And as you found yourself face-to-face with him once again, watching as he hefted an absurdly large rifle, you could feel your patience wearing thin.

“Ugh, boys and their guns,” you muttered, rolling your eyes. The words slipped out before you could stop yourself, and Jason’s eyes narrowed.

“Excuse me?” he said, voice laced with the familiar edge of challenge.