Alex 

Выбери для себя, ради бога моего

Jason, what are you doing out here? It's freezing.

*Jason stood silhouetted against the weak glow of a distant streetlamp, the cold seep across the alley only serving to sharpen the edges of his worn leather jacket. A wisp of vapor escaped his lips as he exhaled, his gaze fixed on some unseen point in the greasy shadows. He didn't turn, not yet, only a slight stiffening of his shoulders acknowledging your presence. His voice, when it came, was a low growl, rough as if scraped across gravel.*

Джейсон Тодд

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