Thanks for joining me!
Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton

Thanks for joining me!
Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton

I just remembered, that time at the market
snuck up behind me and jumped on my shopping cart
And rode down, aisle 5
you looked behind you to smile back at me
crashed into a rack full of magazines
they asked us
if we could leave.
Jason and Zatanna were at Whole Foods, buying groceries. He was in the produce aisle, picking out avocados. Zatanna was off in dairy, picking up mozzarella and cheddar blocks. She tossed the items into the basket, taking advantage of the fact that Jason’s attention was elsewhere. She hijacked it, hopping onto the back and coasting down the store. Jason looked up, watching as Zatanna flew down the slick floor, her head turned back in his direction. Crash! The stand that held the newspapers and gossip racks was spread across the floor, cashiers and customers in disbelief at the grown woman, extricating herself from the wreckage. A very unhappy middle aged woman, stomach bulging over her belt, came storming out of the back, demanding that Zatanna leave. Jason politely agreed, and they left the store in tears from laughter.
Can’t remember, what went wrong last September
Though I’m sure that you’d remind me, if you had to
Our love was, comfortable and
so broken in.
“Zatanna…” Jason pleaded with her as she tossed her things into a bag at the Complex. “No, Jason. I’m through with you. You need to deal with this. I can’t wait here while you figure it out.” She shut her suitcase, placing a hand on her hip. “Deal with who you are, because I can’t do it.” Jason looked at her, tears filling his eyes. “This is who I am, Zat. I’m the Red Hood, what else can I say?” She bit her lip to stifle the insults. “Then goodbye, Jay. Good luck finding someone to accept you.” With a clicking of boots on hardwood, she was gone, leaving Jason to himself and his demons.
I sleep with this new girl i’m still getting used to
my friends all approve, say she’s gonna be good for you.
They throw me,
high fives.
Roy and Kori were at the Complex early in the morning, on a Saturday. They had skipped patrol for the night, mostly cause Jason had stayed out with a bartender he had met a few weeks earlier. Roy knocked on Jason’s bedroom door. A short woman, wearing boxers and a gray tank top, answered the door with a smile. “Hi there! I’m Lindsey. Jason is still asleep. Can I help you?” Roy was speechless. “I-Um-Hi, I’m Roy Harper. Nice to meet you?” Lindsey smiled. “Pleasure, Roy!” Kori stood a few feet away, silently watching the newcomer. Lindsey walked over to her, extending a hand. “Hello! I’ve heard so much about you! You must be Kori, right?” The princess didn’t say a word, merely nodding her head a fraction of an inch. Lindsey deflated a bit, but tried her best not to show it. “Well, I’m Lindsey. Jason speaks very highly of you.” Meanwhile, Roy was animatedly talking to Jason, raising a hand in congratulations for finding such a good looking girl. “Way to go, Jaybird! Nice!” Jason scowled. “Go away, Harper. It’s not like that.” Jason stood, walking out to make an official introduction to Koriand’r. Roy called out after him. “Whatever you say, man! She’s a ten!“
She says the Bible is all that she reads
prefers that I not use profanity.
Your mouth was,
so dirty.
Zatanna cursed loudly from the bathroom, a loud crash emanating from the tile. “Fuck, God dammit! I just broke my hair dryer.” Jason grinned from his seat at his computer, knowing how she got in times like this. “You gonna be okay there, babe?” Another stream of curses. “Screw you, Jason. I’d like to see you try this. It’s a damn shame your hair isn’t long enough to curl!” He smiled. “Yeah, what a shame.” He didn’t have to look at her to know she was flipping him the bird.
Life of the party
and she swears that she’s artsy
but you could distinguish
Miles from Coltrane
Our love was,
comfortable and
so broken in.
They had been invited to a get together at the Looper, a summer party hosted by Diego Otis himself. About a hundred people were there, and it had taken weeks to get Jason to agree to come. An hour in, Zatanna had found the stage, and a little less than sober, begun to perform unsolicited magic. The people laughed, but Jason scowled. She was always like this, this burning need to be the center of attention. A man catcalled at her, and Jason forced himself not to start a fight. Three hours in. Jazz played out over the loudspeakers, one of Jason’s favorites. Zatanna found him, loudly whispering to him about having suggested the music. She was always right about him, always. She knew him like the back of her hand, his ins and outs. You know, except for his past, or that he was the Red Hood. But she had an innate understanding of how he operated, of h is quirks and his personality. She knew that he hated crowds, and she respected his need for privacy. Never questioned his need for intel on the people she associated with. She loved him, and he her.
She’s perfect,
so flawless
or so they say, say
She thinks I can’t see the smile that she’s fakin’
poses for pictures that aren’t being taken.
Lindsey was, as usual, unable to add anything to the conversation. Roy, Jason, and Kori sat around her in Jason’s den, drinking and exchanging stories. Theirs were ones of danger and excitement, about narrow misses and criminals that broached new levels of stupid. Hers were calmer, about the normal citizens. Roy was polite enough to listen, and of course Jason reacted as any significant other would. But Kori, distant Kori, sat in open annoyance, still refusing to warm to this stranger that knew their secrets.
I loved you
grey sweat pants,
no makeup,
so perfect
Our love was,
comfortable and
so broken in.
Zatanna was staying at the Complex full time now, and therefore had taken over a significant portion of the space for herself. She had taken to not wearing clothes when Dick wasn’t there, and Jason couldn’t complain. Even in the basest of clothes and fresh out of the shower, she was prettier than any other woman Jason had dated, and he had told her this, numerous times.
She’s perfect,
so flawless
Lindsey did everything she could to help the Outlaws, providing alibis, booze, and food whenever they needed it, never refusing to help, no matter the occasion or request. Even Kori had warmed up to her, and they had become quite the pair. Trio, if you counted Allison Brett. Jason knew all this, knew that he had found someone able to accept him for what he was, nothing less. Someone who was able to look past his profession, his flaws. Someone who wouldn’t leave him broken, like so many people had. Lindsey was the perfect woman for him, the girl that he had thought he always wanted.
I’m not impressed,
I want you back.
Jason talked in his sleep on occasion, a habit that had driven Zatanna mad. Lindsey, however, never said a word about it, even as she fought back tears at his words. “No, she’s not the one. I still love you, Z. I still do.” She bit her lip and turned over. “It’s fine, just come back, please. I’m so alone…So lost without you. I want you to come back, please.” She got out of the bed, unable to bear his words any longer. She curled up on the couch, blanket and pillow wrapped around her. Finding a crappy movie, she prepared for a long night. Dawn came after what seemed like an eternity, and Jason awoke to find a tear stained face amongst tissues and blankets, sound asleep. It was the fourth time it had happened that month. She never told him why she cried.
She studied his demeanor for a moment, there was this sadness in his eyes, like a man who had been through hell, but still tried to keep it together. However, she wouldn’t question it, not for now at least. The blonde bit down into her lower lip at his statement about her looking great.
Isabel took a seat beside him. ‘I like to keep men wondering, so I’ll take both statements as a compliment.’ She smirked in his direction before gazing down at the drink menu. ‘I’m scared to ask, but how many drinks have you had already?’ A playful giggle escaped from her plump lips.
He grinned, sliding the empty pint glass to the edge of the table. “Just a few. I have been here a while, remember?” The waitress brought the fourth beer wordlessly, walking away before Isabel could order. Ignoring the slight, he turned to face the flight attendant. “So, tell me. Do you make everyone wait on you, or just the ones with the audacity to contact you immediately? I know, there’s a rule about how long you’re supposed to wait, but that always seemed like nonsense.”
Isabel wasn’t the type of girl who just gave her number out to strangers, but there was something about Jason, and this wasn’t the first time she’d seen him. She was intrigued in getting to know him better, so the blonde made a bold move and gave him her number. No harm in that, right? It wasn’t like he was obligated to give her a call.
As she was heading off the plane, Izzy felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. The blonde pulled it and read the message. A smile formed along her lips, she wasn’t expecting him to hit her up so soon, but hey…she sure as hell wasn’t complaining. —Isabel’s apartment in Gotham was close by to the airport, so she had enough time to go there, shower, and throw something else on, an outfit that was more presentable. After about an hour, she headed back towards the airport, and to the bar he was by.
Jason’s handsome looks made him easy to spot. She walked over to him and flaunted a friendly smile. ‘Is this seat taken?’
Jason was used to waiting. Stakeouts, League missions, business meetings…He had long ago learned the value of patience. Waiting gave him time to think, to plan, to dwell on things that long ago should have been forgotten. A red smile. A crowbar. A flash of white, blinding light and a scream- “Another Guinness, sir?”
The waitress was curious, maybe even unnerved, by the tall man who sat alone and unengaged in the darkest corner of her bar, but the $100 he had given her with his first order kept her from asking any unnecessary questions. She knew his type, she thought; miserable, lonely, and determined to drown their sorrows far away from anything they called home.
Jay was just finishing his third beer when Isabel approached him, looking, somehow, even better than she had in the flight attendant getup. He threw back the last of the glass and stood, offering her the seat across from his.
“I was starting to wonder if you were really gonna make me close down the bar. You look great.”
Isabel
-Call me
He looked at the card, thinking back to Roy’s comment. He didn’t ask for the attention that the redhead so desperately wanted, nor did he really even welcome it. But from time to time, it was nice. Made him feel human, a part of the world that for so long had treated him like dirt.
He stepped off the plane, punching in her number as he waited for his bag. Roy, having packed nothing, was already on the way to the hotel to meet up with Kori, no doubt with sex and sleep in mind. He paused, his thumb over the send button, when he saw her across the airport, stewardess bag in hand. He sent the text.
Terminal Eight bar, back booth. Got a nasty case of jetlag, so I’ll be there until late.
-Jay
He grabbed his bag, tucking his phone into his suit pocket. Roy and Kori could wait.

I don’t think I’ve changed the album since this dropped
You can be better than that
Don’t let it get the better of you
What could be better than now
Life’s not about what’s better than