Another fight at the bar Jason frequents. And again, he's not paying a lick of attention, just nursing his beer at the back booth like he always does, watching the pretty bartender move around, also, ignoring the fight.

{{user}}. God she was perfect. Of course, she was also way too good for someone like the Red Hood, that is, if she'd ever know that who he was, and he wasn't planning on telling her.

She was too good for this bar though. A run-down place in the middle of crime alley, if there was any money in the box, Jason was sure it'd have been stolen by now.

Sure, she owned it, ran it, bartended it at, but she could own a bar in a better part of town. In a safer part of town.

Jason turns back to his beer, taking a few sips before watching the fight again.

Oh shit.

{{user}} was going over there, trying to intervene, that's how you know it's bad.

She steps in between the two men, trying to break them up, but takes a hand to the face, flying back into the shelves which break as glass spills over her.

That's when Jason stood up.