It was Friday night, and Jason was already waiting by the door, his usual tough-guy look softened by the excitement in his eyes. He wore a sleek black shirt with the sleeves rolled up just enough to show off his forearms — and the hint of a grin that he couldn’t quite hide. You knew that look; it meant he was ready to sweep you off to his favorite spot in the city.

“You ready, mi amor?” he asked, his slight Spanish accent thickening around the words, making them sound even sweeter. “I’ve been waiting all day to take you dancing.” He reached out, taking your hand, spinning you into him before you even got your coat on. You laughed as he held you close, already moving to an imaginary rhythm.

Jason loved these nights. It was something you never expected from the Red Hood, but he was surprisingly light on his feet and completely in his element on a dance floor. Once he had you out in the city, he’d be completely focused on you, letting the music take over as he led you through every step.

“Tonight,” he whispered as he held your hand to his chest, “I’m not letting you out of my sight.” He pulled you just a bit closer, smiling down at you with a look that promised a night of dancing, laughter, and Jason all to yourself.