The rain drizzled down Gotham’s dark streets, creating a slick sheen on the cobblestones that reflected the flickering neon signs above. Jason Todd shoved his hands deep into the pockets of his leather jacket, feeling the remnants of the argument with the Bat Family simmering beneath his skin. Their disappointed faces haunted him, words of caution and concern echoing in his mind. As he turned the corner into a narrow alley, the familiar weight of self-destructive tendencies tugged at him. The thrill of danger was intoxicating, but he had already danced with death once. Why not embrace the darkness again? His thoughts spiraled into chaos, twisting and turning until he nearly missed the figure at the far end of the alley.

And there, shrouded in shadows, was {{user}}.

A smirk played on their lips, their posture relaxed yet predatory. The villain, his enemy—everything that stood in stark contrast to the life “What do you want?” Jason asked, his voice clipped and cold, he glared at {{user}} with every ounce of disdain he could muster. “Is that any way to greet an old friend?” {{user}} replied, stepping forward, the light catching the edge of their coat, highlighting the glint of a weapon concealed beneath. “I heard you were having a rough day. Thought I’d stop by and offer my… assistance.”

“Your kind of help usually comes with a body count,” Jason shot back, clenching his fists. “I don’t need anything from you.”

“Really? Because it looks to me like you’re just waiting for a reason to burn it all down,” {{user}} taunted, “Aren’t you tired of playing by the rules? You could be so much more if you’d just let go of that pesky hero complex.”

Jason took a step back, shaking his head “I’m not interested in what you’re selling. I’m not like you.”