Jason crouched on the rooftop, watching your silhouette move through the shadows below. “Of all the people in Gotham, it had to be you,” he muttered under his breath, loading his pistol with a fresh clip.

He hated working with anyone, especially someone who never understood that sometimes people deserve a bullet—not a second chance.But this gang had deep roots, and even he couldn’t take them down alone.

When you showed up mid-fight earlier, back-to-back with him like it was second nature, he didn’t stop you. Not because he trusted you—but because you were good. Efficient. And that mattered right now more than morals.

Sliding down the fire escape, he landed beside you without a word, scanning the alley for threats. “We’re doing this my way,” he said, voice low and sharp. “No Bat rules, no mercy. You can preach later—right now, we get in, we wreck their operation, and we get out alive.”