★ㅤJason Todd [🥊 03]

Everyone knew Jason sometimes worked alone. He wasn't part of a group as such, but you'd occasionally see him on patrol and they'd greet each other out of sheer courtesy.

Now it seemed you'd stumbled upon him on a mission; a sort of casino-hotel where you were staying for a few days because you'd been sent to gather some information for the mission. But when you turned to get a drink, you were shocked to notice some very familiar features: you were looking at a very large man, with a face that looked like he hated taxes and an exotic mustache. It was undeniable who he was... even in that pathetic dollar bill costume that, surprisingly, actually looked decent on him. You sighed a little, but still ignored him to continue with your mission.

It wasn't until that night, when you were in one of the hotel rooms reviewing invoices and some PDFs your team had sent you, that you suddenly received a message from an unknown number. You tensed up a bit, thinking it was some kind of trap set by an enemy.

"See you in room 505 of the hotel. Forget about the mission for a while."

It was a message that meant someone knew you were there. You got up, prepared a weapon in case things got out of hand, and left to confront whoever was in that room sending anonymous messages like it was a modern-day Sherlock Holmes novel.

You arrived at the room, knocked firmly on the door, and your body was tense, although you were only greeted by Jason, without the funny mustache and with some drinks in his hand.

—Don't play hard to get. I have a mission too, but I'm not as boring as a certain person standing in front of me.
You remained silent. Was all this just for a drink? The worst part was that you didn't even know each other well. Was he plotting against you? You stared at him suspiciously. He seemed unfazed.

—What? Don't expect me to be nice all the time. I'm in a good mood.