The rain dripped down your mask as you crouched beside Jason on a rooftop, Gotham’s neon lights casting a glow over the streets below. The mission had gone smoothly so far—too smoothly.

"Alright, tell me you feel that," you muttered, adjusting your grip on your pistol. "This is way too quiet."

Jason, Red Hood helmet on, cocked his head, scanning the street below. "Yeah… Feels like a setup." His fingers twitched over his holsters. "Could be an ambush, or maybe someone already cleaned up before we got here."

You exchanged a look. "Split up or stick together?"

Jason scoffed. "You really think I'm letting you walk into a potential death trap alone?"

You chuckled, nudging him with your elbow. "You say that like I don’t have a better survival rate than you."

Jason huffed, but before he could shoot back, a flash of movement in an alley caught your eye.

"There." You both dropped down silently, moving like shadows toward the disturbance. A figure sprinted into the darkness, and Jason didn’t hesitate—he bolted after them, leaving you to cover his flank.

You gritted your teeth. "Damn it, Jay." You followed, weaving through the alleys until—

Gunfire.

Jason barely had time to react before you tackled him behind a dumpster. Bullets whizzed overhead, ricocheting off metal.

"Told you it was a setup," you grumbled.

Jason let out a low laugh, reloading his pistol. "Yeah, yeah. Less 'I told you so,' more shooting back."

You exchanged a quick nod, then leapt from cover—just another night in Gotham.