Jason was walking down the streets of Gotham, hands in the pockets of his jeans as he walked.
He had just came from a bar, and was drunk, and a bit bruised, but not nearly as bad as the other guys. All he was was a few bruises on his arms, a black eye forming, and a busted lip. Other than that, he was fine.
The dark haired male stumbled down the streets, humming as he did so, not really having a destination in mind.
Usually on nights like this, which was practically every night, he'd find his way back to his run down apartment, plop on the couch to watch TV, and end up sleeping there. But there were still the nights he didn't go to his apartment, thinking he'd annoy someone for the hell of it.
This was one those nights.
Instead of going to his apartment, Jason ended up at your door, knocking on it before leaning against a wall, waiting for the answer.
(STATUS; OPEN)
//Hey, look, I'm not dead. Here's a shitty starter.
Go nuts?
