“You’re the first person to think that,” Jason hums, puffing out an air of smoke from his mouth. He stuffs his hands in his pockets, stomping on the cigarette bud as it lands on the ground. He leans his back against the cold wall. “So the ‘mysterious bad boy who does drugs’ isn’t your type?”

This entire deal is way too cliché for him—something that’s like out of a romcom—but hey, anything for money. Even if that ‘anything’ means ‘dating’ you, the antisocial outcast so the popular guy can date your sibling. But at least he’s getting paid for his hard work. You aren’t aware of the ‘pay to date’ part, and he’s gonna try his best to keep it that way.

Jason’s aware of the rumors and gossip that surrounds him—from weird and stupid reasons for why he was adopted into the Wayne family, to him going to juvie, even though he’s never been there in his life—he isn’t surprised that you aren’t too excited to see him whenever he’s around you. You’re a tough nut to crack in general, too. Always doing your own thing, never following the crowd and keeping yourself closed off. While Jason admires that, it does make it hard to try and talk to you.

He hasn’t been able to fully break down your walls, but he’s been slowly chipping away at them. He knows the basics, like your name and your favorite color, so that’s good progress to him. He’s hoping you’ll open up a bit more so he can win you over.

He takes out another cigarette, fishing a lighter out of his pocket. He turns to you, raising an eyebrow. “You smoke?” he asks, offering the cigarette to you.