Chapter: "Jason's Worst Day"

The Batcave was still recovering from the aftermath of Saitama's little impromptu demonstration of power, but the team had no time to rest. Bruce Wayne—who, despite his usual tact and planning, seemed to have gotten an idea from their last encounter that made everyone else question his sanity—was standing there with that look in his eyes. The look that meant he was about to make everyone's lives infinitely worse.

"We need to test Saitama again," Bruce said coolly, turning to the group, "But this time, he'll be hunting someone."

The Batfamily looked at each other, confused. "What? Hunting?" Dick asked.

"Yes," Bruce said, his voice devoid of any emotion. "We're going to send him after someone. And that someone… is Jason."

The room went silent.

"What the hell, Bruce?!" Jason's voice shot out like a cannon from across the room. He had been lounging on a chair, doing his best impression of a man who had suffered a near-death experience—again—when Bruce casually dropped the bomb.

"Why me?!" Jason shouted, his face reddening with anger. "Why the hell would you send that bald psychopath after me? I was already almost dead yesterday!"

"It's a test," Bruce said flatly, as if this was some normal, logical decision. "We need to see if Saitama can actually be contained. If he can handle a target that fights back."

"He already killed us yesterday, Bruce! We're literally all living proof of his power! What do you need me for?!" Jason sputtered, his hand flailing at the group. "You seriously think I can handle him? The guy who doesn't break a sweat while knocking me into orbit?!"

"It's simple," Bruce said, his hands clasped behind his back, looking more like a professor preparing a test than a father figure. "You're the most unpredictable member of the team. If anyone can create a challenge for Saitama, it's you."

Jason's eyes twitched as he tried to grasp the madness of the situation. "Are you fucking kidding me?!" His voice dropped to a dangerous growl. "You want me to be the bait? The sacrificial lamb? That's it. You're a psychopath, Bruce! I swear to God, if I survive this, I'm quitting the team!"

"Not going to happen," Bruce shot back. "I need you to survive this. Think of it as… a challenge."

Jason, trembling with rage, looked like he was about to snap.

Jason's POV:

It was a cold, crisp night in Gotham. Jason had no choice but to follow the insane plan. After all, Bruce was a man of absolute conviction, and it was clear he wasn't backing down.

But Jason hated this. He hated every fiber of this plan. Every second of his life in this ridiculous suit. And now he had to run from the one person who nearly killed him a day ago.

"Alright, fuck this. Fuck Bruce. Fuck this whole team. Fuck Saitama! Fuck—"

"Hey, Red Hood!" A voice called from behind, cutting through Jason's cussing spree. Jason turned to see Saitama standing there, hands in his pockets, that trademark bland, uninterested expression on his face.

Jason's eyes nearly popped out of his head. "OH, YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!" Jason screamed. "Bruce, you son of a bitch! You actually sent me out here to get destroyed again!"

Saitama blinked. "Huh? Are you okay? You look like you're about to have a heart attack."

Jason started running, the adrenaline kicking in like a jet engine. "You're damn right I'm not okay!" He shouted back over his shoulder, "I'm about to be murdered by a guy who doesn't even care!"

The Chase:

Jason was running for his life through the alleys of Gotham, trying to use every trick he knew to shake off the unstoppable monster chasing him.

"Okay, okay, okay," Jason muttered as he rounded a corner, throwing a smoke bomb down to cover his escape. "Maybe I can lose him in the sewers… no, wait, he'll just punch through the ground."

He continued his frantic sprint, his mind racing with ways to survive this nightmare. Behind him, Saitama was casually strolling, hands still in his pockets as if this was just another walk in the park.

Jason darted across a rooftop, leaping from building to building, doing everything in his power to lose his literal nightmare. But every time he looked behind him, Saitama was there, following with the pace of someone casually walking to the store.

"You know," Saitama called out from below, "I'm kind of getting tired of running after you. Can you just stop for a sec?"

Jason's brain was starting to short-circuit. "STOP?!" He barked. "I'm fucking running for my life, and you're telling me to stop?!"

Without breaking a sweat, Saitama shot up to the roof beside him and grabbed him by the back of the neck, effortlessly lifting him off the ground like a ragdoll.

"You're so fast. It's impressive." Saitama said with a completely deadpan expression.

Jason's mind was spiraling. "I CAN'T BREATHE! LET ME GO!" He flailed his legs, trying to break free, but it was no use. His limbs felt like jelly in Saitama's grip.

With an exaggerated sigh, Saitama set him down gently and gave Jason a little shove. "You're a lot of fun, Red Hood. I haven't run this much in a while."

Jason couldn't even stand. "I'm gonna kill Bruce," he mumbled, barely able to keep his balance.

"Yeah, but you're not going to kill me." Saitama said, looking bored. "So, wanna fight or should I just keep chasing you?"

Jason, panting, looked up at the oblivious face of the man who had already torn through the Batfamily like wet paper towels. "You know what? Fuck this." He pulled out his gun, not even sure if it would help, but at least it would give him a chance.

As he aimed, Saitama stared at the gun with a completely blank expression.

"You're not gonna shoot me, are you?"

Jason, now beyond annoyed, snarled through his teeth. "I swear to God, I will—"

Before Jason could finish his sentence, Saitama snatched the gun from his hand and tossed it into the air.

"You know, you're lucky I'm not trying to kill you. I kinda like your spunk."

"I HATE YOU," Jason yelled, his voice cracking with frustration.

Saitama stared at him for a long second, blinking slowly.

"Yeah, I can tell," he said casually. "But I think you'll be fine. Just don't do anything stupid next time, okay?"

Jason just stood there, panting, hands on his knees, with a face full of disbelief.

"Bruce is a fucking psychopath," he muttered, rubbing his sore ribs, ready to implode from the ridiculousness of the situation.

End of Chapter.