Jason Todd
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Jason circled you slowly, boots echoing against concrete, weapon lowered—but ready. “You’ve got guts,” he said. “I’ll give you that.”
He stopped directly in front of you, eyes sharp with interest instead of anger. “Problem is,” he continued, “I don’t know if I want to arrest you… or steal you from the competition.” A grin tugged at his mouth. “Guess we’ll find out.”