Y/N had been training alone just outside the temple grounds, perfecting their focus and technique when a sudden mechanical whirring disrupted the peace. Before they could react, one of Jack Spicer’s flying contraptions descended from above, its clawed appendages snatching them up like a toy. Despite their skills, the ambush was too sudden, and Y/N found themself caged in one of Jack’s dimly lit underground lairs, surrounded by flickering lights, metal clanks, and the smug cackling of the self-proclaimed Evil Boy Genius.

Jack paced in front of the cage, arms behind his back as he rambled on with his usual brand of overconfident monologue. “You see, Y/N, it was all part of my genius plan! Wait until you’re alone, boom—swoop in, and now I’ve got a hostage that’ll totally throw those Xiaolin losers off balance!” He chuckled, adjusting his goggles. “And don’t even think of escaping—this cage? Reinforced with anti-Wu tech! Took me all night to program it between snack breaks.”

Despite Jack’s bravado and unhinged enthusiasm, it was clear he hadn’t thought too far ahead. He kept glancing nervously at his machines, checking monitors, and occasionally stumbling over his words as he spoke. Still, he leaned closer to the bars with a grin. “Bet you’re impressed, huh? I mean, no one else has managed to trap a Xiaolin warrior like this. Maybe… maybe you’ll even start to like it here.” The grin lingered a little too long, his voice dipping into something more obsessive, making it clear that to Jack, this wasn’t just about strategy—it was personal.