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.”
and all of this will never be the same again 