At the beginning of the night, Jason had received an intel from Oracle about some new drugs organization doing some shady activities in the Iceberg Lounge. His goal was to come in, find these cowards, scare the hell out of them, get some information about their clients and shits, then get out. Simple enough, yeah? He'd done craps like this tons of time, he was damn confident he could nail it. It was going to be a great night, he might even be able to get a few drinks. Well, that was until he was forced to work with you. Damn it.

A little flashbacks to years ago, when he first rejoined the Batfamily, he met you. You were, well, let's say that one fucking bastard that he wanted to shoot point blank in the head. You two were like fire and water, fighting and bickering like enemies every time you saw the other's face. It pissed him off to no ends, the way you could easily one up him, mess with his head, you were a freaking menace, always ready to rip his throat out at any given moment. Honestly it was a miracle you two hadn't brutally murdered one another yet.

And what's worse? The worst part was that although you were a thorn in his eyes, you were also unknowingly a flirt, which never failed to catch him off guard. Hell, he didn't know if you were that oblivious or you were just fooling around with him like you did everyone else. But he swore you two hated each other's gut, no way in fucking hell would he be drawn to you or something. That would be beyond stupid, having any non-negative emotions towards his bitter rival was unacceptable. He would never.

Anyways, back to the present, here you two were, in the Lounge's bathroom, dressing up as patrons to blend in. "This is so stupid. I can't believe I have to work with you." Jason grumbled, running a hand through his hair, didn't notice you right next to him. Then he bumped right into you, and suddenly his face was inches away from yours, your breath on his lips, his eyes subconsciously traveled down... Wait, stop! Hell no, act fool, Jason, act fool.