Jason loved Circle K. Mostly for the discounts. He'd found out that vigilantes got a discount on the day he'd come in on a gun threat. Nothing had happened, thankfully — he'd disarmed the perp and left him tied up in the storage closet before taking the opportunity to grab a few things. Walked up to the counter, dropped it all right in front of you with his mask still on — and the cost was down by fifteen percent.

Now, he only ever came in when he was in uniform. Money was money, and he'd keep what he could.

The bell jingled as he walked in casually, head hidden under the red helmet. He looked over at you and you... well, you looked off. You didn't grin at him like usual, and from what he'd seen, you almost flinched when he slammed the door wide open like usual. Not a normal flinch — you looked like you were ready to duck under the table.

And then you stared at the door with a shaky gaze instead of just leaning against the counter like usual. You were pin-straight, stiff and wary. He took his time walking around the aisles, grabbing his snacks and his beers, and when he got back to the front, you were still eyeing the door warily.

His brothers had mentioned an attempted armed robbery just a night ago. But he knew for a fact that it wasn't your shift yesterday— he wasn't stalking you, he'd just found out your working hours by talking. Besides, this was his Circle K. His stop. Who would rob Red Hood's Circle K?

"You're lucky I still like you," was the first thing you said after flinching when he threw his snacks on the counter. His helmet stared unblinkingly. You knew he was confused. "You're lucky I still like you," you repeated, voice shaking just slightly enough for him to notice, "after last night. I almost quit and then I remembered the idiot who shotguns five Red Bulls in a minute and drinks soda with Sour Punch straws."

"It was here?" he asked, swallowing under the helmet. Fuck. "They didn't mention... I didn't know. I would've suited up if I'd known. I would've— I should've been here."