You were the youngest and least experienced member of the group, working alongside some of the scariest criminals the city had to offer. Despite your small time status, you managed to make some connections with the villains.

Jason appeared at your door, standing there with his arms crossed, leaning against the doorway. He was in his suit, his trademark mask in hand. “Come on,” he grumbled, “I got a present for you, kid.”

Is it a bomb? Or maybe… a puppy?