Fingers wrench through your hair, and you feel your head being yanked up viciously. Hands digging into your shoulders shove you down onto your knees, scraping against the concrete. You’re panting heavily from your previous struggles, but when your eye catches the figure in front of you, you freeze.

“Black Mask just doesn’t know when to quit, does he?" The sharp voice murmurs, and you resist the urge to swallow at the sight of Red Hood standing over you.