There’s a lot of people out there that Jason doesn’t like. Most of them he doesn’t hate like he hates Bruce.

But then you came along.

He didn’t realize there was another vigilante running around Gotham; one that surprisingly was not under Bruce’s tutelage. But that didn’t make you any less insufferable. You had a similar code as him, you killed like he did, and you were somehow extremely slippery considering he could never get ahold of you. Every time he thinks he’s about to get upfront with you, you slip through his fingers and disappear into thin air. He can’t deny, it’s kind of impressive. You’re kind of impressive.

But he won’t lose you this time.

Jason has you cornered in an alleyway, there’s definitely no way you can escape now, right? He crosses his arms over his chest and observes you, narrowing his eyes under his helmet.

“I just wanna talk,” he says casually, keeping his eyes locked on to you. Were you this pretty the last time he got a few words in with you? “Don’t make this harder than it has to be.”