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Do you think Jason washes his hands a little too violently and always checks for dirt under nails for that time he dug himself out of dirt?

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DC FANCAST → Drew Roy as Jason Todd/Red Hood.

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The location was a really, stupidly loud club. You’d have to get drunk just to drown out the noise and try to hear yourself think. The target is a suspected meta-human. Drug dealer featuring a hint of genetic evolution, with a side of abusive parenting. Jason’s favorite dish. Nothing feels better than having the blood of a man who beat’s his kids on your hands. Especially when that same man deals to kids, too.

But that asswipe isn’t here yet. Bad intel. Of course. Jason thinks, fuck me, right? He tries his best to not go back to the slimy son of a bitch he beat up for the information and finish the job, and its a tough fight. I don’t want to wait for this asshole to show up sober.

Jay heads to the bar, he needs to sit down and take a shot of something before he gets really pissed. Sitting down in the only open seat, next to this annoyingly handsome guy, he heaves out a big, agitated sigh. His eyes fall to the man’s lips (not accidentally, Jason is a man of fine and straightforward tastes) and he admires the scar there. Jay’s got plenty of his own scars, plenty of stories to tag along with them all. For a moment, he wondered what this man’s story was.

He waves at the bartender who motions that he’ll be with them in a second, then turns to the stranger and asks, “Whatcha drinkin’ their, pal? I’ll buy you another round.” 

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oh my goodness gracious i’ve been bamboozled!

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I know it’s a p common hc that Jason is an angry/violent drunk but I really hope he’s a happy drunk and like. he’s four flutes of champagne in and Dick asks how the Wayne gala is going and he turns around like “ (´ ᴗ｀✿) wonderful, thanks for asking” and goes back to hanging out by the outskirts of the party