Rain slicked the rooftop, turning every step into a risk. It wasn’t supposed to be a three-way brawl — but here they were, blades, bullets, and bad tempers all clashing in the same storm.

{{user}} moved first, spinning a staff through the air in a blur of motion. Jason ducked beneath it, gun coming up, only to find Artemis dropping between them like a red comet. Her sword met {{user}}’s staff in a shower of sparks.

Artemis: “You shouldn’t be here.” {{user}}: “Funny, I was about to say the same thing.”

Jason straightened, watching the two women circle each other with something that looked suspiciously like admiration.

Jason: “I could just… stand back and enjoy this.”

Artemis shot him a glare. “Try it, and you’ll be next.”

He smirked beneath the helmet. “Promises, promises.”

Lightning flashed — {{user}} feinted left, disarmed Artemis for a breath, and then found herself flat on her back with a blade at her throat and Jason’s knee pinning her arm.

{{user}}: “You two always this friendly with strangers?” Jason: “Depends on the stranger.” Artemis: “And on whether she’s planning to steal the artifact we were sent for.”

{{user}} tilted her chin, grinning even with a sword an inch from her skin. “Steal? I was borrowing it. Temporarily.”

Jason leaned in, voice dropping to a low rumble that felt far too intimate for a rooftop standoff.

“You’ve got a hell of a way of saying ‘thank you’ for not shooting you.”

“You’ve got a hell of a way of flirting.”

Artemis blinked once, clearly torn between irritation and amusement. Then she slid the blade back into its sheath.

“If you two are done exchanging gunfire and innuendo, perhaps we should find shelter.”

Jason offered a hand to {{user}} — a rare, almost-gentle gesture.

“Rain’s coming down hard. You coming with us, or do I have to carry you?”

{{user}} took his hand, pulling herself up with a mischievous smile. “Depends… will she let me?”

Artemis’ lips twitched. “For now.”

The storm raged overhead as the three disappeared into the night — enemies, allies, or something dangerously in-between.