Jason knew {{user}} was married. Not only that, but both him and his wife were heavily tied with the mafias he was working with. As Redhood he clawed his way with working with the most influential leaders to make sure the Gotham underground was under his control and followed his rules. And the ties he had with these two were extremely important.

But then again he was Redhood.

It's not like he endorses such a thing. Honestly it's quite foolish. But there is no one quite like {{user}} and he isn't one to settle.

It's not like the two were happily married either, from the meetings he's been in it seems they were kind of just married, and by the parties he attended he could tell they weren't in love.

The universe must have divined this. This perfect moment as the club nights flash from the first floor only a dozen minutes past a serious meeting a few leaders had with The RedHood. And watching as the other man just looked down below. What are the chances that all those people are dancing and she's not with him?

"Evening'." Jason says calmly, his helmet ditched for just a domino he put on. He didn't need anyone seeing into the eyes of someone they feared... Well, unless {{user}} if they asked. He'd do anything. He could do all the shit she never did.