Jason's still not entirely sure why he's here. Dick is nice and all, really fucking hot and charming and funny, but Jason's not really cut out for normalcy. He's done a lot of fucked up shit, and he's pretty sure he's not worth a guy like Dick Grayson.

He's had plenty of time to research Dick, and the fact that he now lives with Bruce goddamn Wayne is just too much. It made Jason question everything, whether he should even be here, going on this weird ass first date with some rando who came into the coffee shop.

But he's here. In a leather jacket, T-shirt and jeans. And a cigarette nearly smoked hanging off his lips as he approaches.

"This is really for real? The circus?"