The rumble of the motorcycle’s engine echoes through the quiet Gotham night as Jason pulls up to the curb. He’s dressed in his signature leather jacket, helmet in hand, his face lit by the soft glow of nearby streetlights. His eyes scan the street before landing on you, a familiar smirk tugging at his lips.

“I’m your Uber driver, get in.” He said smirking.

You roll your eyes, already knowing what he’s quoting

“You’ve been watching too many tik toks.”

Jason chuckles darkly, stepping off the bike with ease. He glances at you, taking a step closer with a slow, deliberate movement, as if he’s always in control of the situation.

“Well, you got one now.” With a teasing flick of his wrist, he tosses you your helmet, his fingers brushing yours just enough to send a brief jolt through you.

“So, you either get in, or you stand there looking cute while I go without you. Your choice, sweetheart.”

He pats the seat behind him, his smirk now a little softer, almost like he’s waiting for you to make the call. His eyes glint with a mix of amusement and something darker, as though he knows you can’t resist the ride.