āYouāre going to get me in trouble, little girl, I can already tell.ā Jason murmured as he glanced down at the girl with the sultry pout and her eye on the poison in his hand.Ā āTry not to get lung cancer.ā He shrugged as he passed the cigarette to her. It was only half in jest because that was literally his fucking luck. if Jason were a date heād be the thirteenth of every month that fell on a Friday and at this point he had learned to expect the worse. Like getting stuck with the younger sister of one of the superheroes that wanted his head mounted on a wall.














