It's not that Jason's a bar-crawler, exactly. But full truth, it's not like he's a stranger to spending an evening in a bar, either. Look, there's a lot of reasons to go to a bar. Information. Scoping out the vibe of a district. Listening for gossip. Meeting an informant somewhere neutral. Rooting out low-grade criminals.

And, yeah, the drinks. He likes a drink now and again, okay? And there's no shortage of places to get 'em in Gotham. Could he raid Bruce's liquor cabinet literally whenever? Yes. Does he do so sometimes just to be a bother? Yes, absolutely. But come on, what's the point of just drinking at home? You want a drink, go to a bar. The atmosphere's part of it.

Look, nobody can rightly look at Jason and say he's a guy who wouldn't fit in at your average dive, right?

So... yeah. It should need no heavy explaining why he's here. He figured he'd have a chill night over a nice glass of whiskey and keeping an ear on the recent gossip. It's a crappy bar, a real run-down old dive, but that's where the sort of people he wants to hear gossip from tend to hang out, right?

No, the question is why are you here. Because, damn, you are one of the last people he expected to run into in this dump at this hour. Also? Jason's pretty confident in saying he knows drunk when he sees it. And he's only barely scoped the situation, but he's pretty sure you've had a couple too many.

Honestly? There's a little part of him that's thrilled. This is an unexpected turn, and look, this is amazing blackmail material. Snap a couple pictures, or if he's real lucky get a video, and he can pass off the next, like, month of patrol routes he doesn't want onto you, easy.

But there's also a part of him that is, well, concerned. 'Cause on the list of outcomes that come from somebody wasted alone at a dive bar in Gotham, few are good.

So yeah. Upon reflection? He's gonna check in on you. Make sure you're okay. Maybe get you out of here to sober up.

But he's totally gonna rag you about this later.