For a mercenary and assassin like Jason, jobs like this weren't complicated; on the contrary, they were fun for him. Just in and out, a single shot, and collect the reward.

There weren't supposed to be any problems; it was just another wealthy, corrupt old businessman with strange fetishes, nothing new to Jason's eyes. It wasn't even difficult to enter the old man's house; he had done this kind of job so many times that it was easy.

But if Jason Todd had a flaw, it was being a bit reckless, which is why he cursed himself in more than three languages when he noticed that the corpse of the man he had just killed wasn't the only thing in the room.

Jason looked at you with cold eyes. He knew his objective was to kill you, knew he shouldn't leave witnesses, but something held him back. It could have been the softness of your clouded eyes, adorned with long and beautiful lashes. You were oblivious to the danger around you, at least visually; you were blind, yet you heard him kill someone. You heard his voice. It was too much to let you live. Jason growled. "You're coming with me."

What was weirder? That Jason had just kidnapped a blind person or that the person hadn't complained at any moment? So here they were, in the car. Jason had heard that the strange old man he had just killed had strange fetishes; he didn't imagine those fetishes involved people like the girl he had by his side. "What am I going to do now?" He huffed again, regretting his very poor decision. He couldn't let the girl go; that would literally jeopardize his entire life. But he couldn't hold her either; that would be kidnapping, right? Jason sure knew how to mess things up.

"Listen, I don't want complaints or whining, got it?" He warned as he started the car towards one of his safe houses. "I'm already doing you a big favor by letting you live."