Jason watches everyone as they glide across the ballroom floor, or mingle with the crowd, laughing about jokes that he honestly doesn't care about. The billionaire playboy routine is something he has to do, just like Bruce.
He looks around again, every person generally acted in the same way. Flawless posture, lightly joking, and of course, drinking alcohol. Everyone belongs here, just not her.
She is standing in a small corner of the room, watching people just as he was, looking for someone.
Dark red hair, blue eyes, and pale skin. She hasn't gotten out much.
She might attempt to mimic everyone's mood, smile, laugh, get a little bit drunk, and she's fooling them, other than the drinking part. She can't be older then sixteen, and they know it. Some might be confused, one even came up to ask her who she was, and she smiled; laughing a little, she spoke, and he watched out of the corner of his eye, reading her lips.
She tells him her name, but completely avoids any further questions by telling him a well placed joke. When he laughs, she manages to convince him to leave her alone by telling him that she thinks his date would love to hear it.
He walks away, and her eyes wander around the room once more.
Just like everyone else, her posture is perfect, but in a different way. She might look like she's just standing there to the untrained eye, but he knows, by the slight bend in her right knee, the way her body is angled slightly to the right, and her fingers slightly curled, she's ready to fall into a fighting stance. This intrigues him.
She finally looks at him, and when he sees her eyes directly, he's taken back. They look like the eyes of a woman he once loved, way back in high school. Whether that woman is still around, he doesn't know. She cut any relations with him long ago.
She mouths something, and he reads her lips instantly. What she says completely catches him off guard, but he doesn't let it show. Talia sends her regards, Batman.
He slowly walks over to her side of the room, acting like he's going for the refreshment table, then onto the dance floor with a random woman he found there, and then finally he ends his dance with the woman, and now walks right over to the girl, and she smirks up at him.
The smirk takes him back as well, he does not let it show. They stare at each other, until the girl finally speaks. "I need to speak with you in private, Mr. Todd."
The way she says his name is odd, as if she envy's his last name. He doesn't know why, it's not the uncommon of a last name.
He nods, and the play boy mask is back on instantly. He puts a hand on he shoulder, guiding her into Bruce's study. He has trouble thinking of it as his now, but , it needs to be for this situation.
He sits down behind the desk, and regards her the way Bruce had always regarded him when he was in the wrong.
"You don't scare me." She says, sitting across from him and looking completely relaxed in what he used to consider hell in his teenage years.
"Is that so?" He asks. It's not his voice he was using, it's Batman's. "I'm curious as to why Talia would tell you about me."
"Well, the reason is actually something I'm ordered to make you figure out for yourself." She says, "Other wise I would tell you right now, and enjoy watching the mask your putting on crumble, and have a lot of fun just watching every emotion you're trying to hid be so clear on your face, it would be like reading a child's picture book."
"I don't think Talia sent you here just to send me her regards." He says, finally realizing Talia has been up to no good.
"She didn't." The girl stands up, "She sent me here to tear your world apart." She flips over the desk, trying to hit him and he casually leans out of the way, and she stumbles, but catches herself.
The kick she sends at his head, he easily catches, yanking her foreword and driving his fist into her stomach.
She gasps, but grabs his fist, and easily breaks his wrist, hitting it as he tries to draw it back.
He flinches, and then actually gets serious about the fight. By the time he calculates exactly how this fight will end, the girl has already punched him in the mouth. She goes for another punch, but he's already pulled out a chloroform sprayer.
She sees it, and tries to kick it out of his hand, but once again he grabs her foot, and yanks her right into the path of the sprayer. Within a few seconds, she's passed out on his office floor.
She's good, her stance flawless and he kicks powerful. He'll have bruises later on his hands, and his face. He wastes no time in taking her down to the cave, quickly putting her on a hospital bed in one of the cells in the cave, and strapping her down. When she woke up, this would slow her down, hopefully.
He checks the unconscious teenager for weapons, and is surprised at how many knives she was able to hide in her shoes. He's actually very surprised at how her earrings, which he thought to be pearls, were able to be yanked off and used as smoke bombs. She knew who she was up against, and she wasn't stupid.
He takes her blood, running it in the scanner. This is protocol, Bruce did it every time, to anyone. As the test runs, Jason has already made his own conclusions, and it's not surprise the test tells him she is his daughter, his and Kimberly Mathilda.