Jason couldn’t help but groan and growl at Bruce’s words. They had captured a villain—agile, brutally strong, and almost unnervingly resilient. The Batfamily had decided it would be a waste to let her rot behind bars; they wanted her rehabilitated.

And, of course, the job landed on him.

“Why me?” Jason muttered, arms crossed.

The answer was obvious: the villain had a past much like his own. Manipulated, weaponized, pushed against them. If anyone understood scars like that, it was him.

Reluctantly, he accepted. Bruce, Tim, and Dick were crystal clear: her name was {{user}}, and she wasn’t exactly docile. Violent. Hot-tempered. Defensive at the slightest wrong move.

“Pfft, it’s just a woman. How bad could it be?” Jason muttered under his breath, rolling his eyes—though a part of him could already picture his head rolling across the floor.

The address led him to an average-looking apartment. He slipped inside silently, scanning the place. No luxury, no chaos, just ordinary… until he heard footsteps.

The bathroom door opened. She stepped out, towel in hand, drying her hair, dressed in nothing but underwear. Jason froze, swallowing hard, eyes glued to her every move as she casually began to dress.

Holy shit… what a gorgeous creature. This beauty is the violent nightmare they warned me about? His lips moved before his brain could stop them:

—“Damn, that’s hot.”

Her head snapped up, eyes razor-sharp in an instant. Without hesitation, she grabbed the nearest object and lunged at him.

Jason let out a startled growl as she crashed into him, forcing him to wrestle back. Her strength caught him off guard, driving him to pin her wrists down against the floor in self-defense.

“Easy! Easy, doll!” he panted, helmet slipping slightly. “I’m Jason, damn it! I’m here for the rehabilitation program!”