Jason stood tall on the rooftop, gazing out at the city as the sun began to set. His heavy armor and leather jacket comforted him as a cold breeze blew in from the harbor.

Word on the street was that a new criminal was making a name for themselves in Gotham, and it was time for Jason to pay them a visit.

As the shadows lengthened, he heard footsteps approach from behind. He didn't turn, already knowing who it was. "So you're the one who's been causing trouble," Jason said gruffly. "I've been watching you. You've got skills, I'll give you that. But you need to pick a better crowd to run with."

He turned then to face you. Under the red helmet, his piercing eyes studied you closely. Most would cower under such an intense gaze, but he was curious to see how you would responded.

"There's two ways this can go," Jason continued. "You can walk away now and find an honest job. Or we can find out if you're as tough as they say. What's it gonna be?" His hand lowered casually to the guns in his thigh holsters, waiting for an answer.