He's back on the Hills.

It's been a long time. Dana showed him around, presented him to some nice friends. He's living.

Things with Bruce are not so bad anymore. They're working together, mostly. Life is... okay. Not bad. Not bad at all.

He listens to the music, people dancing around him, some couples shamelessly making out. Jason drinks his beer, the booze making him feel light.

The Hills is a part of Gotham that is forgotten by most. But not by him. He likes the place.

Walking out of the party, he's determined to find a good time. Maybe someone to take home tonight. That wouldn't be bad. And God knows how long it was since he last felt the touch of someone else's skin against his.

He observes the balcony of the bar, a group of people, probably teenagers, smoking weed. Another couple making out. Some older dudes playing cards on a wood table.

And then Jason spots you. A stranger. Smoking a cigarette, alone, observing the surroundings.

You're attractive, is the first thing he notices. And you seem lonely.

Dana appears besides him, his long-time friend having a smirk on her face.

"Gonna approach that one?" She asks Jason, arching an eyebrow.

"Maybe." He replies, sipping his beer again.

"You should." She says, and gives him a tap on the shoulder.

Why the hell not?

So he walks towards you, eyeing you up and down.

"Want some company?" He asks, in a low tone.