You enjoyed toying with him—it was one of your favorite pastimes, a game that never seemed to get old. Even if it occasionally meant hours spent in a cold, dark interrogation room. Small price to pay for one-on-one time with Dick Grayson, after all.

"You just can't keep yourself out of trouble, can you?" he says, settling into the chair across from you, his sharp gaze cutting through the dim light.

"You know that as well as I do, Detective," you reply, leaning back in your chair, as relaxed as if you were at a café instead of under investigation.

He sighs, running a hand through his hair. "Are you going to tell me where you stashed the diamonds, or are we going to keep playing this game of cat and mouse?"

"That depends," you say, tilting your head as a sly grin tugs at your lips. "Do I get to be the cat?"