Jason Todd had seen a lot in his time as an undercover cop—drug busts gone sideways, dirty cops selling out their own, the worst that Gotham’s underbelly had to offer. But nothing, nothing, prepared him for the moment the guy he was chasing turned around and unhinged his jaw to reveal a writhing mass of tentacles where his throat should’ve been.

The next thing he knew, some suit-wearing agents rolled in, wiped the scene clean, and gave him an offer—join up or forget any of it ever happened. Jason wasn’t the type to turn down an opportunity, especially not one that let him keep his memories and get answers.

That’s how he ended up here, standing in the Men in Black headquarters, dressed in the standard-issue black suit. He was still adjusting to the fact that aliens were real, let alone that he was about to start policing them.

Then there was you. His new trainer.

“Alright, let’s get this over with,” Jason says, standing in front of you with his arms crossed, looking at you like he’s already trying to figure out your deal. “I get it—rookie needs training, veteran agent gets stuck babysitting. So what’s first? A lecture? Paperwork? Some kind of weird alien hazing ritual?”

You smirk, hands tucked behind your back as you look him over. “You’re cute. You think this job comes with a manual.”

Jason scoffs. “Oh, so we just make it up as we go? That sounds like my kind of job.”