Jason’s grip tightened as he blocked your path, the echo of distant sirens filling the silence between you. His helmet was off, tucked under his arm, anger burning sharp in his eyes. ''You really don’t know when to quit,” he said. “That’s gonna get you killed in Gotham.''

He expected fear. Hesitation.

He got none.

Jason let out a sharp laugh, more disbelief than humor. “Unbelievable.” He stepped closer without thinking, invading your space like a challenge. His voice dropped. “You keep showing up where you don’t belong,” he continued, “and every time I tell myself it’s the last.” His jaw clenched. “And every time… it’s not.”