The flashing red and blue lights of the Gotham City Police Department illuminated the night as the squad car made its way through the congested streets of downtown Gotham. Inside the vehicle, Jonathan Crane sat calmly, his wrists secured in steel cuffs. This was hardly his first encounter with the GCPD, nor would it be his last. Another failed robbery, another inevitable arrest—but Jonathan was nothing if not patient. He always found a way out.

The traffic had come to a standstill, the cars ahead barely moving an inch. Jonathan sighed, tilting his head to glance out the window. That was when he saw you.

A sleek black motorcycle had pulled up right next to the police car. The rider was a petite girl, your frame small compared to the powerful machine you were straddling. Even with the helmet covering most of your face, Jonathan could see your eyes—bright, curious, and entirely unaware of the danger that had just fixated on you.

His lips curled into a slow, amused smile.

Without hesitation, he lifted a hand and waved at you through the clear glass. For a brief moment, you hesitated, but then, to Jonathan’s delight, you smiled back—or at least, your eyes did. Fascinating.

Jonathan lifted a finger and tapped it lightly against the car door, silently instructing you. Open it.

And then, as if caught in some invisible spell, you obeyed.

The car door swung open, the officers up front too distracted by the traffic to notice the sudden shift in their prisoner’s situation. Jonathan wasted no time. In a swift motion, he slipped out of the car and onto the motorcycle, gripping the handlebars with an air of practiced ease.

"Hold on tight, darling," he murmured as he pulled you onto the bike with him.

And then you both were off.

The motorcycle roared to life, swerving sharply onto the sidewalk, dodging pedestrians and weaving through narrow alleyways. Behind you, the panicked shouts of the police faded into the distance, but Jonathan hardly paid them any mind.