Jason Todd leaned back in his chair, arms crossed as he shot an excited grin in her direction. “I’m telling you, this new vigilante is different,” he said, shaking his head in admiration. “She’s not like the usual rookies who get themselves killed in a week. She actually knows what she’s doing.”

She hummed in response, keeping her back to him as she poured hot water over tea leaves, careful not to let her hands shake.

Because, of course, he was talking about her.

Jason had no idea.

She had been his best friend for years. They shared everything—at least, that’s what he thought. The truth was, she hadn’t meant to keep this a secret. It just… happened. One night she was just herself, and the next, she was wearing a mask, throwing punches, and saving him from a particularly nasty gang fight.

And now? Now he was sitting in her kitchen, singing her praises without even knowing it.

“I mean, the way she moves—it’s insane. No wasted movement, no hesitation. She’s precise. Tactical. She saved my ass the other night and disappeared before I could even say thanks.” He shook his head, smirking. “Kinda rude, honestly. But, whatever, I’ll let it slide.”