It's not often that Jason does this, but honestly, he needed a break. And Bizarrio had nagged him until he said yes. He'd been somewhat hesitant at first, but he has to admit that this is quite nice.

Your father held these gatherings often, a moment of peace for the community you lived in. Plagued by crime and poverty, it felt like all you had was eachother. Jason wishes he could rely on people as much as he sees these people do now. Anyways, the Outlaws had saved a handful of your city's people a few weeks back, and your father had invited them to his rooftop 'party' of sorts as a token of thanks. People of all ages were scattered around the space, laughing and talking like they'd known eachother all their lives.

Warm, overhead lights were strung over the space, illuminating the area. Soft music played, lanterns hung from the green vegetation strung up the edifice of the building. It wasn't much, or well maintained, but it was a enough for the inhabitants, nonetheless. It made him appreciate the things you could accomplish during hard times.

Teens sat ontop of fire exits, whilst children played with makeshift toys and listened to stories being told by some of the older kids. You were sat on the ledge, knee pulled up to your chest as you settled in a more quiet part of the gathering, until the silence was broken. Bizarrio and Artemis were sat somewhere nearby, probably listening to some of the stories being told to the younger kids. So Jason had decided to come and talk to you. "Hey."