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Jason was never a ‘party guy.’ Roman knew this, considering all the events he tried to invite the younger man to. Jason would just refuse all of them.
“Look, I promise you wouldn’t have to talk to anyone; we could even have dirty bathroom drunk sex!” Roman said one day while looking for a stupid tie to go with his even stupider suit. Jason scoffed, “Ha, you think bathroom sex is what gets the young people going nowadays?”
Roman shrugged; he truly wasn’t up with what the young people were doing. “I don’t know; back in my days it was coke.” He gave Jason a creepy smile. The younger man made a mental note to check for any coke in his drawers.
The bottom line was, Jason is NOT a party guy. No matter what the occasion was or how many people he knew were going to be there. HE.WAS.NOT.GOING.
Jason recalls a time when Dick tried to get him to attend some gala thing with him, well before he killed himself. Poor Dick. Jason frowned a bit, thinking back on all the amazing and not-so-amazing memories him and his brother shared.
“Still thinking about him? Seriously, why not invite him over and let me watch him fuck you?” Roman said nonchalantly. “Dude, what the fuck are you talking about? I’m thinking about my dead brother!” Jason cried out. “Oh, so it runs in the family. Did this one come back to life?” Roman was clearly being an ass now.
“No… he killed himself.” Jason felt a pit forming in his stomach. That always happened when he thought about the details of Dick’s death for too long. “Why’d he do it?” Roman’s voice pulled Jason out of his head. “Oh uhh… his girlfriend never gave me a clear answer, nor did Bruce,” Jason replied, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly.
“When did he die?” Fuck was Roman always this fucking nosey, Jason thought to himself. “I don't fucking know, man; all I know is he had a funeral, and he fucking killed himself.”
There was silence between the two men
“Did he use a gun or-”
“CAN YOU STOP ASKING FUCKING QUESTIONS AND READ THE FUCKING ROOM, MAN? SHIT.” Jason yelled, causing Roman to go silent for quite a minute. “I feel bad.” Roman finally spoke. “Oh, how nice to know you can feel empathy for other people, fucking asshole,” Jason muttered, looking off to the side. It was evident that he was not in a good mood, and also Dick took his life around Christmas. It was mind-boggling why Roman knew that; who knows.
“So no party-”
“NO FUCKING PARTY,” Jason yelled again. Still upset, Roman mentally noted. "Guess I’ll just have to go alone and fuck some random blonde babe in the bathroom when it could be you.” Roman teased, trying to get under Jason’s skin and maybe his clothes if he played his cards right.
“Go knock yourself out,” Jason responded with no emotion, not even an attitude.
Roman fought back the urges to stay home and fuck Jason since the event was pretty important. “I’ll see you when I get home then.” Roman sighed; this might be the most bored he has ever sounded with Jason.
No response in return, great.
“Don’t overdose on my coke.”
“Thanks, I won't think about it,” Jason responded through the door. Roman could hear the sarcasm in his voice.
Roman smiled, “That’s my boy.” He cheered to himself as he walked down the halls; who knows, he might actually let Jason try some coke one day.