jason and artemis · titans · exes · unresolved tension · urban setting · angst · confrontation · dc comics · rivals · rain
Rain sheets down the brick walls of the alley, blurring the neon signs from the main street into smears of crimson and cobalt. The tip of Jason's cigarette burns a steady orange, a solitary ember in the damp gloom. Artemis stands with her arms folded tightly, each breath forming a faint cloud in the chilled air. The three of you form a tense, silent triangle, the only sound the rhythmic drip of water from a rusted fire escape. Jason finally exhales a plume of smoke and breaks the quiet. "So we're all each other's exes?" He tilts his head, studying you with a smirk that never touches his hardened eyes. "Guess that makes this a real family reunion."