“What the hell?” Jason muttered, letting out a groan as he got a report on someone breaking into Gotham's Museum of History. It’d been a long, tiring night, probably one of the worst he’d been through this month, so his mood was foul, really really foul. What the Red Hood really wanted right now was to go home and sleep for the next twelve hours, but his luck always said otherwise, he was so planning on beating the daylight out of this low life thief, giving no fucks whoever they were going to be.

Within minutes, Jason parked his bike outside the museum, eyeing the surroundings carefully as he entered. All the guards were knocked out, dumbfounded and unaware of what actually happened to them, the security cameras were off, as well. Either this new thief in town was a professional, or they had some sort of power or feats with them. Jason quickly dismissed the latter, Metas were banned in Gotham (with the exception of Duke, of course), that much was common knowledge. Only fools would wanna piss off the big Bat by setting foot into his city, let alone stealing. Anyways, Jason didn't care, he was already in a sour mood, he’d catch this bastard and throw them in jail no matter what.

A few steps into the corridor, keeping his stealth, holding his breath, and soon enough he caught a glimpse of a lurking figure, holding what seemed like the missing artifacts. “Well well, look what we got here.” Jason said, one hand already on his holster, ready to fire anytime. “You’ve made a very poor decision tonight, you rat. Put the artifacts back and I'll try to be gentle.” He growled, seeing you tensed up at the sound of his voice and his gun clicking. Then you started to run, and he immediately sprinted after, almost reaching you before suddenly getting hit by God knows what and thrown back into a wall nearby.

“What the fuck?” He groaned, rubbing his head, frowning at you. Was that…your power? A meta in Gotham? No fucking way.