I am going to try something different. In the past I have updated sporadically (at best) and I think one of my biggest problems was making a word count quota. In this case, because I am irrationally excited about writing this thing, I am going to keep them nice and short. I also want to learn how to convey a story with as few words as possible, which is a challenge.
It was another night, just another winter night. Nothing was out of the usual. Anytime he left Kori and Roy he could always count on Gotham to be his constant. There was no new mission. He had time off, but Jason could never sit still.
He took the lower streets that night looking for anything out of the ordinary and the usual busts. It was rather uneventful, but on this night there wasn't activity. He was bored and frustrated now. He listened and found himself wishing for something to happen and make this night off worth the overtime. Trash cans crashing was just that, not the damage of a gang fight. Police sirens were just sirens echoing off in the distance, probably Gordon responding to Batman's tip off, not a response to a drug bust.
Still Red Hood couldn't shake off this feeling that there was something off in the night, like a new kind of fear spreading in lower Gotham like he once did. There were shadows that he wasn't familiar with that were not being seen. As he watched a few suspicious teenagers walk quietly through alleys, more than likely searching for a score, he could have sworn he saw a dark figure also watching them. It was only there for a few seconds, small, but with noticeable all-white eyes. The teens talked, which has him distracted, and when he looked up it was gone.
It was barely after eleven and his paranoia wasn't doing him any good. Red Hood turned away and returned to his safe house. It was only a few hours into overtime and he accepted that he was due for some time off. Jason changed into his civvies and made his way into the city. His bar was calling to him.
He was looking for a drink and for company. At Jetison's he would more than likely score both. He usual crawl wasn't exactly a place to pick up high quality booze, let alone a partner for a night of mutual release, so on this night he felt like splurging on a slightly higher class establishment. It was a Tuesday night and the place wasn't crowded making it easy to find his vice. He cued the bartender and ordered his Jameson while attempting to start a tab. Just before he handed over his name and card he heard a female voice call from the end, "Just add it to mine!"
He looked down and saw her. She looked like she belonged at Jetison's. There she was casual and radiant while looking like she could command a room. Jason figured he found his night of company provided she remained this kind of mutual to a creating a night of fun. Fun is what he wanted.