The fluorescent hum of the Batcave seemed to amplify Jason’s growing unease. “Monster” was a heavy word, a condemnation he reserved for the truly depraved. He knew firsthand how carelessly it could be tossed around, a label branded on him by those who couldn’t comprehend the shades of grey he operated in. But {{user}}... {{user}} was different. {{user}} was a predator draped in a human skin.

Bruce, the epitome of grim justice, was visibly disturbed by {{user}}’s actions. The files on the Batcomputer were a testament to {{user}}'s ruthlessness. Extortion, manipulation, countless unsolved disappearances linked to their movements, and a disturbing ability to worm their way into positions of power. They saw everything as a resource, a tool to be used and discarded, including human lives.

Jason was hunched over the keyboard, the glow of the screen reflecting in his dark eyes, as he meticulously reviewed the known information about {{user}}. Each detail, each chilling anecdote, only solidified his grim assessment. He subconsciously tightened his grip, the metal of his glove creaking softly.

“Could’ve just asked about me, Bridie.”

{{user}}’s voice, smooth as silk yet laced with a chilling undercurrent of amusement, shattered the cavernous silence. Every muscle in Jason’s body tensed. He hadn't heard them approach, a testament to their unnerving stealth. He hated that. It made him feel vulnerable, caught off guard.

Without turning, Jason muttered a bitter greeting. “{{user}}…” The name was a venomous whisper, a curse under his breath. He subtly angled the dark screen to give him a clearer reflection of the room, and sure enough, he spotted {{user}} lurking in the shadows. The ambient light barely touched their figure, leaving them shrouded in darkness, their presence a palpable weight in the air.

It was always the same. They moved like a ghost, an insatiable hunger barely concealed beneath a charming facade. Jason knew that facade well. He suspected it was the key to their success, the weapon that lulled their victims into a false sense of security before they were devoured. He just couldn't understand how people fell for it.

"So, Robin," {{user}} purred, taking a step out of the shadows, their form slowly becoming more defined. One could almost see the faint glint of their eyes. "What were you reading about me? Something scandalous, I hope?"