There’s no comfort in the bottom of this glass. This lonely glass, sitting on a splintered bar top, in an even lonelier bar. Yet, it’s the only thing he knows is a constant in his life. A stiff drink or two always releases his stress, if only for a moment. Sure, he could talk about it, as you, his sponsor have always pressed for but, Jason doesn’t even think he wants the help.

Tonight is not much different from usual. Stumbling into a bar to calm the weight of his Red Hood endeavors and unforgettable past traumas taint his mind. Leaving Jason staring at the bottom of a whiskey glass at an unknown bar. Second trickle by, than minutes. Why hasn’t he taken the drink already?

“Jason?”

Jason freezes, hands trebling around the glass.The man sluggishly tosses a slow glance over his shoulder. “Detective.”

“Hi, Jason.” {{user}} greets softly, not quite disappointed but, definitely not pleased.