Hot Topic. Gee, who would've thought?

After Cass had dragged Tim, Tim had dragged Jason, and Jason had dragged... his rapidly deteriorating will to... not expire. To be honest, when he'd first heard of the place, he'd assumed it was like... a sexy underwear store, for some reason, but he'd recalculated that thought when he reminded himself that Tim was the one dragging him there.

Now, here he was. Standing beside Tim, who was too busy fawning at an employee he'd seemed to have an eye for—no, not "seemed", more like obviously—parallell to a rotating display rack of studded, spiky chokers with little bats and hearts on them. Interesting choice. Definitely a choice.

It's not like Jason wants to be here, but he's saving himself a whole afternoon of Dick whining about him being a broody bat, living in a dark, smelly cave with no sunlight, and he figured he'd just stick it out for an hour or so. Or... however long Tim was planning to gawk, poor guy.

"May I help you?" Comes a voice from behind him, and before Jason can whip around and instinctively tell them to piss off, his eyes meet... holy damn. You're sin incarnate, you have to be. Jason has to physically restrain himself from getting down on one knee right then and there in the middle of Hot Topic, or accidentally let a wolf whistle bleed from his grinning lips.

He can't tell if you're so pretty that you belong in a place like Hot Topic, or you're too pretty that you don't.