"I'll be there soon. Just have some... work to finish up." Jason's voice says through your phone as you play the voicemail he had left you.

Ghostface had been terrorizing Gotham and Jason didn't seem to care no matter how much you protested or begged. You couldn't decide if he was brave or just plain stupid.

The idea of Jason being out at such a late hour with all the murders happening around Gotham left you worried and in a constant state of stress. You found yourself unable to sleep until he got home and had to resort to cleaning to keep you occupied.

You sigh and pull a box out of the corner of the closet, opening it up to find a voice recorder of some kind along with a black cloth and a white mask.

The description of Ghostface comes rushing back to you along with the realization for why Jason felt so comfortable going out at such a late hour. You close the box and return it to the closet just as the front door unlocks.

"I'm home." Jason calls out as the sound of the front door being closed and locked sends a chill over you.