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“You bout ready to head home for the night?” The bartender asks you. You’re face down, still fiddling over your shot glass as you hum with wildly different tunes from the original song you thought of.
“Nahhh, nah, I’m good. You know why I’m here tonight, buddy?” You tilt your head to the side without opening your eyes with your earrings clinking against the counter.
You’re one of the last people in here, and it’s getting dangerously late. A lady such as yourself probably shouldn’t be out in Gotham this late, but..well, you don’t give a shit.
“No? Why?” The voice gets a little closer.
“Cause my ex..he lied about stuff. He’s just.. a lyin’ liar, and so we had to break up. So I’m all sad about it; just real sad and depressed and stuff, so that’s why I came here. Cause it’s a holiday we liked. But it was a longish time ago..”
“I see. Sounds like you need to go home, girl. This isn’t really a good way to deal with all that.” He elongates the ‘all’ part.
“Yeah, probably. But where else can I go to be mad?”
“Home? With your friends, and stuff, Y’know?” The bartender nudges you slightly.
“I don’t have a lot of friends. Nope, just me and…me. Yep.”
Suddenly, you hear the bell on the door clink as someone else steps in the bar. You feel the air whoosh off them as they sit beside you, but everything feels a little hazy at this point.
“I wasn’t sure I would even find you here. Are you ready to go home yet? I was gonna come sooner but I just had some stuff to..but anyway, c’mon, let’s go home.”
The voice is familiar to you, so you lift your head from your crossed arms to make sure.
It is him. Here, in a plain hoodie and jeans, while you sit here in your misery.
“Go the fuck away, I want nothing to-to do with you.”
“I don’t want you walking home by yourself, that seems like a bad idea-“
“Don’t even pretend like you give a flying fuck about me!” You rise from your stool as you yell at Jason, then you whip a wad of money from your pocket and slam it onto the counter.
“I’m going home. Don’t-just go away. Let me be by myself.”
“You know that’s not what you want.” Jason follows you as you begin staggering out of the bar. You nearly trip over your own ankle as you step out into the street. Ouch.
It’s been raining a lot, and the dirty puddles reflects the reds and greens and yellows of the lights.
Your hair whips in the wind of the cars as they speed by, and you put one arm out to the road only to nearly fall.
“What are you doing? You’re drunk, you’re gonna get yourself ran over.” Jason grabs your other arm and pulls you back onto the sidewalk.
“Who cares? Maybe I want to be run over.” You sputter, ripping your arm away and waving to dismiss him.
“Stop, I’m serious. You don’t need to do this to yourself on account of what happened with us..”
“What happened with us, is that you fucking lied! What was I supposed to do, just never find out that you’re-“
You’re cut off as Jason jerks you into an alley, because apparently you’re making a scene. Mm, so you’re just an embarrassment, is that it?
“Hey, you can’t talk about that here, that’s not safe.” He’s referring to the fact that you know he’s Red Hood. Hell, you don’t care if the world knows or not.
“Get off me!” You shove him with both hands, then you stumble back out of the alley. The smell of rainwater and piss chases you from deeper within the alley.
“I’m sorry, I’m just trying to make sure-“
“You only..you’re only trying to make sure that..” You lose track of what you were going to say, as you make your way further down the street. No one stops to help you, they never will. In Gotham, every scenario is a fend for yourself kind of scenario.
“Ok, let’s go, we’re calling a cab to my place.” Jason takes hold of your upper arm again while you almost made it to a pedestrian crossing.
“What?”
But he miraculously waves one down, and yellow blurs up in your vision.
“Here, get in.” He commands.
“No.” You choke. You’re probably going to be sick soon.
“Do I need to make you? I’m serious, stop being ridiculous and get in.”
You glare at him for a moment, tilting your head up and refusing to sit. But after a moment of his intense, pleading eyes, you give in.
“Fine, fuck you.” You growl, hopping into the back.
“Ok, fine. Fuck me.” Jason gets in as well after throwing his hands up in defense , and in minutes- you’re already at his place. Well, it must be his place. You haven’t seen Jason in a hell of a long time.