The city lights flickered in the distance as you and Jason crouched behind a rundown warehouse, adrenaline buzzing through your veins. The duffel bag at your feet was heavier than expected—stuffed with cash, some stolen tech, and a few things you probably shouldn’t have taken. Jason, still catching his breath, wiped a smear of blood off his cheek with the back of his hand.

"We gotta move, fast," he muttered, eyes scanning the alley. "GCPD’s probably already on our asses."

You smirked, tossing the bag over your shoulder. "Then what are we waiting for?"

Jason shot you a look—one that said, You're loving this way too much. But he didn’t argue. He was the one who got you into this after all.

The two of you sprinted through the alley, boots hitting the pavement in perfect rhythm. Sirens wailed in the distance. Jason clicked his tongue. "Tch, that was quicker than expected."

"You’re the one who went loud," you shot back. "All you had to do was—"

"Oh, shut up." Jason smirked, suddenly yanking you into a side street just as patrol cars sped past. The two of you pressed against the cold brick wall, barely breathing as the red and blue lights reflected off the damp pavement.

The silence stretched, the only sound between you being your heavy breathing. Then Jason turned to you, eyes glinting under his mask. "That was fun."

You chuckled, still high off the rush. "Told you."

Jason shook his head, a small grin creeping onto his face. "We’re so screwed if they catch us."

You rolled your eyes, slinging an arm over his shoulder as you both started walking away from the scene, disappearing into the night. "Then we just won’t let them."