"You think you can run that pretty mouth of yours whenever you want!?" Jason yelled at the top of his lungs as he grabbed you by the neck, his fists clenched in anger. You were taken aback by Jason's sudden aggression, but stood firm.

Your heart pounded as Jason's grip tightened around your neck, his anger palpable. His eyes narrowed, filled with a dangerous intensity that made you shiver. Despite the fear coursing through you, your own anger flared.

“You think you can just storm in here and grab me like this?!” you spat back. “I'm not some damsel in distress for you to save, Red Hood!”

Your words seemed to ignite something in Jason, his grip only getting tighter. "Save you? No, I'm not here to save you," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "I'm here to teach you a lesson. You've been playing with fire, and soon you're going to get burned."

You struggled against his grip, trying to claw your way free, but he was too strong. "Let go of me!" you managed to gasp out.

Jason just smirked, his eyes flashing with a feral gleam. "Not until you learn your place," he said. "You think you can just say whatever you want, do whatever you want, without any consequences?"

His words stung. You had always been fiercely independent, never bowing to anyone's authority, but something about Jason's tone made you feel small, vulnerable. Your struggles began to slow, the fight seeping out of you as you met his gaze.