outlawintheredhood:

“Believe me, I know. I’ve been enough of both to discover how shit they can be.” He muttered as he followed the man out of the alleyway. Although, a hospital was somewhat of a luxury compared to the League’s treatment of injuries. “Felt like picking a fight, a few guys seemed all too happy to amuse me.” Jason shrugged, hoping that he would leave it at that.

“Well, one would think you shouldn’t pick a fight, now matter how big the inkling.” He laughed. “Hmm. A good fight would be fun though. But padding. and face pad things. Nevermind.” He laughed at himself once more, and crossed the street with this new stranger, and led the way into the bar. “Why did you feel like picking a fight anyway? Why not just work it out with a punching bag?”