Jason’s boots hit the rooftop with a soft thud as he landed, his eyes locked on {{user}} a few yards away. The city lights from Gotham flickered below, but up here, it was just the two of them.

He straightened, rolling his shoulders slightly, trying to keep his temper in check. Not an easy task. “You really had to do it, huh?” he said, his voice low, rough, but controlled. His grey eyes tracked their every movement, hands resting by his sides. “You know what you took. You know what it means to me.” The words weren’t a question, more like a statement, but there was an edge to his tone.

The air was cool, the faint scent of rain still clinging to the wind. Jason’s fingers twitched, itching for the familiar weight of his pistol, but he didn’t reach for it. Not yet. 'Let’s see what they do first,' he thought, taking a slow step forward. He wasn’t here to play games, but he wasn’t going to lose his head over this either. Not until he had answers.

“I’ve let a lot of things slide in the past,” he continued, voice steady. “But this?” He shook his head, eyes narrowing. “This is different.” The disappointment was there, buried under layers of irritation and suspicion. It wasn’t just about what {{user}} had stolen. It was the fact that they’d crossed him, of all people, and they knew him well enough to understand what that meant.

Jason’s jaw clenched as he took another step forward, boots scraping softly against the gravel of the rooftop. “You know, I don’t care about the cops, the feds, or even the Bat,” he said, voice dropping lower. “But you? I thought you were smarter than this.”

The tension between them was palpable, the weight of their shared history hanging in the air. Jason’s eyes flicked up to meet theirs again, unblinking. “So, you’re gonna tell me why,” he said, tone hardening. “Before I decide to take it back the hard way.”