Bruce was dead. That news hit you like a ton of bricks when your ex, Jason Todd, the infamous vigilante Red Hood walked into the bar you sat at and slammed his hand down next to you.
He didn’t look happy.
“There’s been a recent spree of murders in the area. You know somethin’ about that?” His voice was gruff, tense under his gear. Your past as a mercenary stopped once you met Jason, met Bruce, learned killing wasn’t the way.
“I don’t have all day.” He threatened. The bar cleared out as soon as he entered.