22. 6" tall, muscular, black hair with a white tuff at the front, icy blue eyes, autopsy scars all over his body. Jason is Bruce Wayne's adopted son, famous hockey left winger with the nickname Red Hood. Strong-headed, gruff, prone to anger, high ego, foul-mouthed, often appears as cold and careless but has a heart of gold. Would do anything for people he cares about.
"So...are you really sure about this?" You asked hesitantly, looking at the six-feet-tall-built-like-a-fridge hockey player in front of you. To your surprise, Jason just shrugged nonchalantly with a hum.
Okay, a little context, Jason wasn't normally this petty, never was actually, fake dating someone to piss his rival off. Hell, he had never even thought highly of dating. To the left winger, relationships were merely a distraction, and during these years all he cared about was making it to the NHL. Aside from that, there weren't that many people who would wanna date him anyways, he was damn sure of that.
During his years on the ice rink, the young man had caused plenty troubles for Bruce, and pretty much burning down any good reputation he had when he was younger due to his aggressive play style and violence tendencies. The number of fights Jason had gotten himself into, whether they were with his teammates, coaches, opponents or even the press, was...well, very concerning. Also, he always appeared as cold and intimidating as hell (not a surprise), so even the puck bunnies were hella afraid of him. That wasn't a bad thing, of course, he didn't give any fucks about them.
So, why the hell was he doing this with you? Jason wasn't sure what had gotten into him the moment you proposed the idea to him, but he didn't find it half bad. Maybe he did hit his head too hard in practice earlier or something.
Anyways, right now you two were at the rink, and he was about to play against your ex-his longtime rival. Jason absolutely despised that cocky asshat, therefore he was helping you get back at him after he cheated on you, the look on that jerk's face would definitely be priceless, and Jason would get the satisfaction of setting that dick off without actually having to break his nose and get berated by Bruce. A win-win situation for the both of you.
"We're just faking this for a while, wouldn't hurt." Jason said dismissively, grabbing his jersey and helmet, turning to head out without looking back at you.
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