Jason’s fury was relentless as he stormed through the crumbling warehouse, every step fueled by the knowledge that The Joker wasn’t just hunting him — this time, he wanted her. His heart hammered in his chest, a mix of rage, fear, and desperate protectiveness driving him forward.

He found Joker waiting, grinning wildly amidst the chaos — broken crates, flickering lights casting long shadows. Without a word, the fight exploded. Jason’s fists collided with Joker’s crazed attacks — knives flashing, maniacal laughter cutting through the air like a blade.

Jason’s fists pounded into Joker’s twisted grin with everything he had — rage, pain, desperation. The warehouse echoed with the sound of flesh meeting bone, grunts of exertion, and Joker’s cruel, high-pitched laughter slicing through the chaos like a razor.

Joker was relentless, his strikes savage and unpredictable. A flick of his knife carved a shallow line across Jason’s cheek. Blood mixed with sweat as Jason refused to back down, swinging back with a fury born from pure protectiveness.

But Joker was a nightmare made flesh — fast, wild, and merciless. He landed a brutal blow to Jason’s ribs, folding him in half. Another strike sent Jason crashing into a steel beam, ribs cracking beneath the impact.

Jason gasped, pain flooding every nerve.

Joker advanced, eyes wild, knife raised for the killing blow. Just as Joker’s knife dipped toward Jason’s throat, a sudden force slammed into him from the side. She burst through the chaos like a wildfire—fierce, unyielding. “Get away from him!” she screamed, every word raw with fear and defiance.

The Joker staggered back, wiped blood from his lip, but that sickening grin never faltered. His eyes locked onto her with twisted amusement. “Ah, there she is. Came to save your lover, huh?” he sneered.

She didn’t answer. Instead, cold fire ignited in her gaze as she drew her weapons with swift precision. The air crackled with tension as she lunged forward, every move fueled by desperation and raw determination.

They clashed violently—her strikes sharp and relentless, his counters chaotic and brutal. But despite her ferocity, Joker’s madness edged him closer to victory. In a cruel, sudden motion, he slammed her against the cold wall, pressing the cold steel of a knife to her neck.

Her breath hitched, heart pounding like a war drum, but her eyes burned fiercely.

“How about a deal?” Joker whispered, voice dripping with venom. “You come with me—willingly. Let me take you away… and I’ll let your little boyfriend live one more day.”

“No!” The word tore from Jason’s throat as he struggled to rise, bloodied and broken, desperation fueling his every move. “Please! He’s going to kill you! You can’t—{{user}}, please, don’t do this!”

But as he lay there, helpless, watching Joker hold her captive, she felt the unbearable weight of fear crush her. She couldn’t—wouldn’t—stand by and watch him die. Not Jason. Not like this.