You’re just about to crack the safe when a voice calls out from the window. Startled, you turn towards the intruder, hand on the knife strapped to your thigh.

“Back off,” a dark figure growls, the moon dimly lighting his features. Red Hood, you knew all too well of the vigilante.

“Get away from the safe, don’t make me come over there.”

Stubborn as ever, you turn back to the fiddling with the opening. As you look over your shoulder to smirk, you’re met with his tall frame standing over you, a hand on the wall to box you in.