There's no point in running. He got you.

He's been chasing you for months now. And he was tired of this cat and mouse game. He was done with it.

So when he finally corners you against the wall of a building, on the rooftop, he almost laughs. Finally. He needs to give it to you, though. You're surprisingly good at escaping. Not a lot of people would manage to keep on the run for five months.

But Jason was a hunter. And he always gets what he wants. And what he wants now, is to arrest you.

You've been killing random politicians for almost a whole year. In the beginning, Jason didn't paid much attention to it. But then the killing spree started to go crazy, and extremely violent.

You would leave a signature, which classified you as a serial killer. Jason doesn't like those.

"Trapped, uh?" He says, the helmet making his voice sound rougher. You start to look around, trying to find a way to escape this situation, but there's none.

He got you for real this time. It makes you smirk. Not everyone would be able to catch you. Let alone in only five months.

"Time to go to jail." Red Hood says, grabbing your wrist firmly, pressing it behind your back.