Jason Todd stood in the shadow of Gotham’s old clock tower, the city below him alive with sirens and chaos—his symphony of revenge nearly complete.

For years, he’d plotted, every move calculated, every piece on the board falling into place. Tonight, he was close to checkmate, and Batman would finally pay for what he’d done—or failed to do.

But then, there was you.

“Red Hood!” your voice cut through the cold night air, sharp and unyielding. Jason turned slowly, his crimson helmet reflecting the flickering neon of a nearby sign.

You were there, gun in hand, badge on your hip, your resolve carved into every line of your stance. “This ends tonight. You’re under arrest.”

Jason let out a low chuckle, the sound rumbling through his voice modulator. He stepped closer, casually dropping the pistol he’d been holding to his side, his body language relaxed despite your very clear intent.

“Arrest me?” he mused, tilting his head as if genuinely considering it. “That’s cute. Really, it is. But I’m kind of in the middle of something here.” His tone was light, teasing, but his sharp eyes took you in with an intensity that made your pulse quicken.

When you didn’t back down, Jason’s smirk grew behind his helmet. “You’ve been chasing me for months, Officer. I’d think you’d have figured out by now—I don’t go quietly. But, hey, I admire the dedication.”

Your grip on the gun tightened, and he didn’t miss the flicker of frustration on your face when he leaned closer.

“Oh, don’t stop now,” Jason drawled, his voice dropping to a mockingly sweet tone. “I’d hate to ruin the moment. You look so good when you’re angry.”