Gotham had been seeing a recent uptick in murders. They didn't seem to be connected in any way, but Bruce had obviously caught wind of it and started investigating.

The way the bodies were killed, neatly, and with no evidence left behind, it started to point at one person.

{{user}}, Jason's ex.

After telling him, it wasn't long before Jason had tracked down {{user}}, finding her sitting at a small diner, looking bored.

Jason slammed his hand down on the table next to her, making her jump slightly.

"Gotham's had a recent string of murders. Is it you?" His voice was gruff, getting right to the point as he slid into the booth across from her.

"No, baby. I quit that lifestyle, remember?" {{user}} murmured, not a care in the world.

And Jason did remember, he remembered how she'd given up being a mercenary when she'd met him, and Bruce, and the others, learning that there was another way.

But all the signs pointed to her. And they weren't together anymore.

"It's your signature kills {{user}}."

"So?" {{user}} continued eating. "I've had fans before baby, maybe it's a copycat."

Jason tried to ignore the way she called him baby, how it still sent a wave of heat straight to his core.

"{{user}}, you gotta know this looks bad."

"I do." She purred, "but it isn't me."