Jason Todd⁰³

The rain fell heavily on the city, battering the windows of the private club as if trying to seep into that world of luxury and secrets. Inside, everything glittered: elegant suits, calculated glances… and power.

{{user}} was leaning on the second-floor railing, observing the room with a calm, almost innocent smile. No one would guess she was the heiress to one of the most feared criminal networks. No one, except him.

"You're still smiling like this is a game," Jason's voice came from behind her, deep and sharp.

She didn't turn around immediately. She would recognize that presence anywhere. "And you're still acting like you hate breathing," she replied softly, raising her glass.

Jason approached, serious, with that cold gaze that seemed not to belong to someone who had returned from the dead. But when his eyes fell on her… something changed, just a flicker.

"You shouldn't be here," he muttered.

{{user}} finally turned his face, smiling at him as if no time had passed, as if they did not share a past that neither of them mentioned aloud.

"And you shouldn't have come back... but here we are."

Jason denied it and handed him a piece of paper: "I need information about this man."

A heavy silence settled between them. It wasn't awkward. It was dangerous.

"So you're coming as Red Hood?" She mentioned Jason's name as a vigilante.

Jason looked at his ex-wife with a smile; he knew that, as the daughter of the leaders of the most powerful mafia, she had all sorts of information.