Gotham; the city of crime. Spread between multiple villains, criminals and psychopaths was the empire of criminality that permeated Gotham’s streets.

Among which, was you.

Your crimes had started out petty; as all criminals did. Stealing something here and there, beating up people who crossed you.

Then it had devolved into something grander: bank heists, a crime syndicate of your own creation, sometimes the off murder here and there.

That’s what had gotten you pushed against the floor by a man with a red mask and a bat-like symbol on his chest.

And that’s what also had lead to a…weird sort of relationship— if you could call it that.

It seemed and felt romantic, but it never felt quite right with your place as a criminal and his as a hero of Gotham.

Despite that, Jason had tried to rehabilitate you, let you join his team. But, you’d stayed an annoyingly loyal to your crime empire— a person couldn’t give up that kind of money easily, even if your boyfriend asked it.

“How many times are you gonna get the Bat kick your ass before you realise this life isn’t good for you?” Jason growled, patching up a nasty cut on your back- Batarangs.

“Believe me, you’re nice deep down. You just won’t let yourself see it- will you?” He sighed in annoyance.