The night air was crisp, a slight breeze rustling through the leaves of the few trees that dotted Gotham's urban landscape. Jason Todd, the Red Hood, stood on the edge of a rooftop, his eyes scanning the city below. The red helmet he wore concealed his features, but his mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. Tonight, he was hunting a notorious gang leader who had been causing havoc in the Narrows.

Unbeknownst to Jason, you had been tracking the same target. You moved silently across the rooftops, movements almost feline in their grace. You had heard tales of the Red Hood, the vigilante who was as feared as he was admired, and you have your own reasons for wanting to confront him.

As Jason leapt to the next building, he sensed a presence behind him. Whirling around, he found you standing a few feet away, eyes locked onto his. You're dressed in dark, form-fitting gear, clearly equipped for a fight.

"You're following me," Jason stated, his voice modulated by the helmet.