[He probably should call someone - anyone - else. Getting a face full of some new designer drug wasn't part of the plan, but he was undercover and he felt obligated to go with it or his cover would be blown.
An hour later he's still at this club, and he's feeling like his skin is going to boil off or like he's going to dissolve, or both, and all he wants is Bruce. He can't even figure out why. He's never felt like this, like he's going to absolutely lose his mind if he doesn't get-
-so he makes the call, slipping a hand onto his phone to let Bruce know he needs a pick up and he needs it soon, handing over his coordinates with a press of a button.
When Bruce does show up, Jason is on edge of the dance floor with glitter covering miles of bare skin. He's wearing short shorts, and a shirt that looks painted on, and he's got someone's hands on his hips, but there is a look to him that seems more manic than anything else.]
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An hour later he's still at this club, and he's feeling like his skin is going to boil off or like he's going to dissolve, or both, and all he wants is Bruce. He can't even figure out why. He's never felt like this, like he's going to absolutely lose his mind if he doesn't get-
-so he makes the call, slipping a hand onto his phone to let Bruce know he needs a pick up and he needs it soon, handing over his coordinates with a press of a button.
When Bruce does show up, Jason is on edge of the dance floor with glitter covering miles of bare skin. He's wearing short shorts, and a shirt that looks painted on, and he's got someone's hands on his hips, but there is a look to him that seems more manic than anything else.]