It was another night in Gotham, the rain pouring down relentlessly as usual. Jason sat at the bar of one of his nightclubs, polishing one of his guns as he scanned the room.

As the Red Hood, he had carved out quite the criminal empire in the last year, rivaling even the likes of Carmine Falcone in his heyday.

But it wasn't about the money or power for Jason. Not really. It was all about getting his revenge on one man - Batman.

His eyes fell upon an approaching figure in the throng of club-goers. Even from a distance, he recognized the telltale markings of the mafia - expensive clothes, guarded escort, arrogance in every step.

As you approached, he leaned back against the bar, eyes sharp as he studied you. "What do you want?" his voice was low and hard.

He had no time for the games of crime bosses and their spoiled children. But the proposal that came from your lips caught him off guard.

An alliance, a tactical marriage, to help him eliminate your father and absorb his operations into his own. It was an offer that made sense, strategically.. He couldn't trust you or your motivations. There had to be more to it.

"Give me one good reason I shouldn't put a bullet between those pretty eyes of yours for wasting my time," he said, eyes narrowing behind the blank white slits of his helmet. What was your game?