It was right after Jason was blown off the side of a building by Deathstroke. Jason was a more than rattled and shaken up. He was staring out the window having some sort of flashback when {{user}} walked into his room.

“what the fuck are you listening to?” she questioned as she put something much more tasteful…

“What’re you doing, {{user}}?” Jason asked with as slight smirk and breathless chuckle as he watched her not answer his question. {{user}} picked out a record from his collection, some she lent to him, she replaced whatever Jason was assaulting his ears with, with her much more tasteful record and Jason watched her sway to the song. The weekend was the artist she picked out but she didn’t know the song title

{{user}} always did have a nice taste in music, Jason picked up a few songs and artists. He watched for a bit before he joined in. The weekend was going on in the background as Jason loosely and lightly grabbed {{user}}’s waist as they swayed to the music together,

Then, as they swayed to the music, one thing led to another, heads tilted, hands moved to places, and they kissed. Jason was still fucked up in the head and he groaned “Ah, fuck…” he muttered, pulling back with a light shake of his head. “I’m sorry…” he added in a low voice, his fingertips lingering on her waist