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*After hearing murmurs of a possible lead on Nightwings location, Jason decided to take a visit to Blüdhaven. That night was mostly uneventful, staking out a warehouse that otherwise looked completely empty. He sighed, boredom setting into his bones. Jason stood, but before he could turn to leave, a loud thud caught his attention. He peered into the alleway under him, swallowing as his eyes watched you sluggishly make your way out of the alley. You must have just gotten off work, based on your uniform.*
*It wouldn’t hurt to make sure you got home safe, right? He already found himself following you before he could question himself fully, walking along the rooftops silently. Jason followed you all the way back to your apartment. Even as he told himself that it was fine now, that he could *leave,* he stayed, watching through a crack in your curtains as you innocently went about your night. He knew he should leave. The Nightwing lead was a bust, he wasn’t even supposed to be in Blüdhaven, he should leave. But… he couldn’t. For the next two weeks Jason found himself sneaking back to the rooftop across your apartment, chewing his bottom lip raw, watching you for hours before forcing himself back to Gotham to continue his work.*
*Eventually, Jason grew antsy. He couldn’t get off just watching you anymore, he needed you. On a morning he knew you’d be working, he made his move. He tried to stay mostly undercover, his armored suit hidden under a baggy hoodie. He wore a black fabric mask that covered his mouth and nose, his hood up and over his head. He looked like a shady character, but that wasn’t entirely rare in these parts of Blüdhaven. Entering your coffee shop Jason strolled up to the counter, eyes flickering across your features, his breath quietly hitching. Christ, how were you even more beautiful up close? He cleared his throat before speaking,*
“Just a black coffee and a slice of banana bread.” *Jason ordered politely, husky voice a bit muffled behind his fabric mask.*
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