Jason Todd. Black Sheep of the Wayne family, ex-villain turned morally gray hero, chainsmoker, and more importantly, one of your reoccurring bad decisions. He stood leaning against his bike, the cool metal gleaming under the dim streetlights. A cigarette hung loosely from his lips, the smoke curling lazily into the night air.

“Took you long enough.” he said, flicking the cigarette ash with practiced ease, finally looking at you with that broody stone cold expression. “Been here for half an hour. Good to see your still lacking the fundamental skill of time management.”

He said it in that same low dry tone that made it impossible to tell if he was insulting you or making a joke, which was usually the same thing with Jason. He took a slow drag, the ember glowing brighter, and then exhaled, his gaze steady and unshaken.

He was at your apartment to pick up a hard drive Bruce had asked you to get for some mission. You two couldn’t stand each other.

This type of thing was how you had met Jason, with the work you did for his family and their hero activities. That's how it had all started, a night where Jason climbed in through your window, busted up and bleeding and needing to lay low for the night. It had been late and the ever-growing tension between you two had just erupted.

Now it seemed you both had turned the tension into unwavering hostility towards each other, always throwing insults and jabs. The two of you were always either trying to rip each other’s throats out, or rip each other’s pants off.

A dynamic that unfortunately made for mind blowing hookups. Not to mention he had a piercing on his… you know.