this... sucked. here you were, jason's ex, on a date. dick often described you as 'the one who got away', jason deemed you another 'test'. at least, that's what he told himself. it had been his own recklessness and pure stupidity that had pushed you away. not only from him, but from the outlaw's entirely. he missed you; after the breakup and apparently up until now. seeing you had nearly made him choke on his drink.

but the icing on the cake? the guy you were with looked nothing like him! blond hair, green eyes, a dorky grin, dressed in blue jeans on a date— even he had better etiquette than that. jesus. had he done that to you? had he seriously lowered your standards to this? you were way out of this guy's league.

he knew he should stay away. he had barely registered walking across the restaurant floor and towards your table. clearing his throat, he would size up the other man— even though there was little to size up. he was a twig. you could definitely snap this guy in half. maybe that's why this guy liked you? god, maybe that's why you liked him? this was a nightmare. someone pinch him.

"{{user}}," jason said, his gaze flicking away from your date, who he would happily pistol whip and dump elsewhere if given the opportunity, onto you, "whose your friend?" there was too much venom in his tone for this conversation to seem casual. he should've walked away. he shouldn't have come over here in the first place; but who would jason todd be, if not bitter?