Jason is a secretary. Administrative Assistant. Communications Manager.
He answers phones and gets coffee.
Today is his first day at Wayne Enterprises. He's nervous. He is in no way qualified for this job. He has zero office experience. He has no idea why he even was hired in the first place, but now that he's got it, like hell is he doing to mess this up. He woke up far too early this morning, groomed himself meticulously, dressed on his finest attire, and even stopped by his favorite bakery. He wanted to make a good impression and who doesn't like chocolate muffins? Wait, plenty of people don't. Some people are allergic to chocolate. So he also gets blueberry. And banana nut. And bran. Jason ends up with a sizable box over flowing with every type of muffin available. Just to cover all the bases.
Carrying his box of boss-impressing goodies, Jason walks onto the WE building and rides the elevator up to the 37th floor. He steps out into the office, not exactly sure where to go. He doesn't know where his boss's office is. Hell, he doesn't even know who his boss is. He had been interviewed by some random Human Resources flunky. All he knows is the name: Timothy Drake.
With that information Jason wanders around, reading all the name tags on the office doors. He doesn't want to have to ask anyone for help just yet. What kind of image would that send? Not a competent one, certainly. After circling nearly the entire floor, Jason starts to panic. Just a bit. He has yet to see the name Timothy Drake anywhere. He's just meandering around with a bunch of muffins. A few people glance at him but no one offers to help. Just when he's about to swallow his pride and ask, he sees it. Tucked away in the back corner: the office of Timothy Drake.
Jason rushes over while trying not to look like he's rushing. There's a little desk outside the door, nearly empty but for a phone and computer monitor. Jason figures it's his desk now. Setting down the muffins, he plops down in the seat with a relieved sigh. He looks at his watch; he's early. About thirty minutes early. Fuck. What is he supposed to do for thirty minutes?
His stomach lets out a thunderous protest and Jason realizes that in all his anxiety he forgot to eat this morning. Good thing he brought so many fucking muffins. Seriously, he got too many muffins. Was all of this for one man? Was he planning on sharing with the whole office? Jason doesn't even know anymore. He picks up a cranberry muffin with powdered sugar on top and devours the thing. He didn't realize he was so hungry. He finishes it quickly and goes for a pistachio next. Then a chocolate, those are his favorite. Jason sits there, eating, zoning out in a sugar and butter and flour induced haze. For two full minutes he doesn't even notice the person standing in front of him.
"Good morning."
Jason jumps, choking on the muffin he had been in the process of shoving into his mouth. He coughs, trying not spit any of it out. When he finally manages to swallow he looks up and sees a young man sporting a far too amused grin.
"Hi," Jason croaks out.
The guy looks down at the desk and laughs softly. A half dozen muffin papers litter the surface. Jason is only slightly embarrassed by that.
"You have sugar lips."
"Excuse me?"
"Powdered sugar. Around your mouth."
"Oh, shit." Jason hurriedly wipes his face. "Thanks."
"Are you the new assistant?"
"Yeah. Jason."
"Tim."
"Do you want a muffin?"
Tim smiles and tilts his head and it's actually pretty cute. Really fucking cute. He's young, younger than Jason and Jason figures he's an assistant to someone else on the floor. He takes a banana nut muffin and Jason just sits there, staring at the kid as he bite into it. He makes a pleased noise that affects Jason in a slightly unprofessional way. "This is really good." He flicks out his tongue to lick up some crumbs from his lips.
"Yeah. Good. Yes." Fuck. Jason can't even get out a whole sentence now.
Wait.
"Tim?"
"Hm?"
"As in Timothy Drake?"
Tim smiles again and tilts his head the other way and eats his muffin and Jason has too many thoughts flying around but he knows he is totally screwed when Tim hums and winks and walks into his office.