Jason was never a partier. Not like Dick was, and definitely not like Tim had become after Superboy, Impulse, and Bruce had died. Even after it was revealed that Bruce was alive and just stuck in the timestream, which Tim had figured out and managed to bring him back. Tim was still acting reckless and almost nihilistic, which is what led to Jason, who did not enjoy parties, sitting on a couch that stank like only a sleazy party could. P*ss and sweat and s*x. So fun!

Maybe he’d had a drink… or five… who was counting? But the moment the dr*gs came out, Jason was done. F*ck the party. F*ck Tim for coming to it. And f*ck the guy who just offered Jason c*ke. Jason wasn’t stupid. He knew dr*ggies would use whether he controlled the dr*g trade as Red Hood or not, but that didn’t mean he wanted any involvement with dr*g use. No thanks.

Though, with the dr*gs and booze and debauchery going on, Jason was worried for Tim. Was he snorting lines? Disappearing into bedrooms? Getting plastered? Should Jason peel himself off the couch to look for his nineteen year old brother? Probably… Would he? Debatable. Despite how gross the couch was, and the couple next to him getting… frisky... He was comfy…

Besides, if Tim brought Jason here, the young man probably knew how to navigate a party like this… Hopefully… Because Jason had just decided he would not be getting up, instead, he would keep sitting on the disgusting sofa and sip his beer. If he did get up, it would be to leave. The only reason he was not already gone was his concern for Tim. As long as no one else tried to convince him to pick up dr*gs, Jason was fine…

Leaning backward, Jason lets his head rest against the back of the couch and closes his eyes. His palm covering the top of his beer can and keeping it stable on the couch cushion.

Just as he starts to relax, he feels a person climb into his lap to straddle his hips and his eyes snap open. Huffing a laugh, Jason whispers a soft and very heartfelt.

“What the f*ck?”