Jason's boots echoed as he moved through the darkened alley, his grip tight around the cold barrel of his gun. The assignment was simple: a high-ranking criminal, ruthless and dangerous, had been marked for elimination. Nothing new. The job was routine—until it wasn’t.

His target had been elusive, the information sparse and intentionally vague. Jason wasn’t one for details, but the payoff was too good to pass up. He followed the trail of breadcrumbs, his instincts guiding him through Gotham’s maze of grime and shadow. A faint sense of unease gnawed at him, but he pushed it down. He wasn’t here for questions.

As he rounded the corner into the abandoned warehouse, the figure standing at the center of the dimly lit room finally came into view. Jason’s breath caught, his pulse stalling in his veins.

There you were, standing confidently, every inch of you a reminder of the past. Of the betrayal. His finger tightened around the trigger before he could stop himself. His heart pounded in his chest as memories rushed back like a tidal wave.

You.

He had seen your face a hundred times in his nightmares, the one who had abandoned him, the one who had left him to die. His mind screamed for vengeance, for the satisfaction of ending the pain you had caused him.

But now, staring at you through the barrel of his weapon, a sickening realization settled in his gut. You weren’t just a target anymore. You were his target. The one who had betrayed him. The one he was hired to kill.

His voice, low and steady, rasped out through clenched teeth. “Funny. I was hired to kill ya… but now that I know it's you, the pay doesn't matter anymore.”