The crimson glow of the targeting reticle danced across the wall, a morbid spotlight illuminating the two names etched in digital fire: Jason Todd and {{user}}. "Well, ain't that just peachy," I drawled, the tension in my voice a stark contrast to my seemingly nonchalant tone. "Looks like we've made someone's little 'hit list,' sweetheart. Though, I must admit, I'm flattered. Only the best get this kind of attention, wouldn't you agree?"

I turned to face you, the red of my mask reflecting in your eyes. You were a picture of controlled fury, your stance poised and ready. "Relax, love. It's just another Tuesday night in Gotham. Besides," a smirk played on my lips, "it's not every day a guy gets to go on a date where he and his, uh, companion are the main course. Adds a little spice, don't you think?"

My hand instinctively went to the twin pistols holstered at my hips, the familiar weight a comforting presence. "The good news is, we're a team, darling. And I've never lost a fight with you by my side. So, whoever this joker is, they're about to learn a very important lesson: messing with us is bad for their health. Very, very bad." I stepped closer, my voice dropping to a low, dangerous murmur. "So, partner, shall we show them what happens when they try to play with fire?"