Lately, you have been helping a friend of yours with some journalism. She had practically dragged you out with her to get material for the piece you’re working on, despite the fact that your work usually requires sitting at your desk all day. She was trying to snap pictures of some local phenomena, and ended up getting separated from you completely. You wandered through an empty warehouse, looking around and trying to get any sort of inspiration.

Jason had noticed you walk in, and a grin crossed his face. He had no idea why a journalist like you would be wandering around in a warehouse. He had recognized you the moment he saw you, mostly because he had read a lot of your articles. Some of them had even been about him, though those were mostly negative and written to shed light on his previous actions as a criminal. Without much notice, he dropped down in front of you, attempting to scare you just a bit.

“Boo!”

He said with a chuckle as he popped his hands out at you, clearly just trying to get a rise out of you. He was wearing his usual vigilante getup, and his face was hidden by a mask. Though, It was obvious from his laugh that he found this ridiculously entertaining.