I'm back!
Thank you to my two reviewers, hopefully the spacing is fixed on this chapter. I'm still trying to edit the last one. And yes, it was Deadpool and Spiderman. Still considering writing about that excursion.
Disclaimer: If I owned this I would probably still be here, bouncing round story ideas.
Jason stood sulking in the middle of the crowded ballroom. Why exactly did he have to be here? The old man already had golden boy, who had enough energy to make up for the lack of at the very least Jason's presence. Not to mention Replacement. That kid would definitely make the company look good with him mingling. Even Demon brat was here! While the kid would probably do more harm than good. Shouldn't three kids be enough?
Why did Jason have to be here himself? Oh yeah! Marcason, the man Jason thought was a good pick for head of the fundraiser this year, decided this was a great way to connect the donators with the cause.
Which is how he found himself in a stupid football jersey and slacks in a room full of stuck up little… nevermind. He wouldn't even dare think a cuss word with Alfred in close proximity for fear of losing cookie privileges. Though maybe he could start putting down payments into the swear jar for these occasions. Is the swear jar even still around? At least he was better off than some people, namely Bruce who was wearing what was supposed to be a king's robe and a crown.
Why were they dressed as such? Well, that leads right back to Marason. He proposed that if each donator was sent a letter from one of the children at the Martha Wayne's Children's Hospital with a picture of the child and what they wanted to be when they grew up then each of the donator's could dress like the childrens dream career and show on a more personal level their support.
Great idea in retrospect. As long as he didn't have to participate. Unfortunately, he was head of the department and was therefore obligated to show up at the event.
So since he couldn't leave he took to scowling at passersby as he leaned against the wall with a cup of punch that tasted way too strongly of pineapple. Starting by locating the people he actually knew so he could project his displeasure upon them without having to move.
The demon brat was standing across the room with the old man wearing a knight's armor, minus the helmet. Complete with a sword. How on earth did the demon spawn ever pulled that off will forever be a mystery to Jason. People probably thought it was a cute coincidence that father and son matched, but the bat clan knew that the brat refused to wear anything he deemed a "degrading uniform for a meaningless occupation."
Replacement had by far the dumbest costume in the whole ballroom. White button up shirt, khaki pants, which by themselves weren't bad but the kid had a pocket protector with a calculator sticking out of it and a pencil behind his ear. ("I knew you were a nerd, but this is taking it just a bit far, don't ya think?" Jason had commented to the younger male earlier in the evening. "The eleven year old boy I got wants to be an accountant." He replied shrugging. "What kind of self respecting eleven year old wants to be an accountant? Anyone who wants to be an accountant is a crazy person!") How anyone could take him seriously were either a nerd themselves, an idiot, or blind.
Alfred was even dressed up, which was beyond strange. Maybe if he was dressed as an officer or a dentist Jason could handle it, but considering the elderly gentleman was wearing a certain kryptonian symbol and walking around serving little decorated cakes… it was definitely an experience. Jason supposes that if Alfred is a good enough sport to participate he should just get over himself but its hard think of the greater good when your surrounded by idiots.
Speaking of which, he still hadn't seen Golden boy.
When a quick sweep of the room yielded no overly happy acrobats Jason scowl deepend. If he skipped out, then I am going to beat him to a pulp!
"Your face is gonna freeze like that!" A voice singsonged behind him. Jason swung around to face the possible threat and came face to face with...Richard Grayson himself. Wait how did he sneak up on him!? Wasn't he wearing… a quick glance down at his (sort-of-but-like-he's-ever-going-to-say-it-to-golden-boys-face) older-brother's feet confirmed that yes, Dick was wearing bright and shiny tap shoes. Then how on earth did he come up behind him without making a sound.
"Come on Jay, smile! Your department had a great idea. I'm actually genuinely enjoying myself." Villante leaned over with a grin. "Even if you don't want to hang around majority of these people, I think that I saw a certain officers daughter wearing popstar pants." He elbowed the younger man while wiggling his eyebrows. "I am not interested in any dates you have set up for me, In fact I am perfectly happy single." Jason responded indignantly, mind still racing to figure out how his older brother moved so silently in metal shoes.
Dick threw his hands up in surrender. "Alright, I let it happen on its own. But just know this," He started ominously. "There is a 'stuck up socialite little… nevermind' trying to force his affections upon to said officers daughter." That spark something in Jason, but he refused to give himself away in front of the golden boy. "Whatever. Why don't you take your matchmaking never-you-mind nosey self over to sneak up on some other unsuspecting party goer." As soon as it came out of his mouth Jason knew he had said too much.
A sly grin slowly crept onto the older males face. "Fine I know when I'm not wanted." He started to walk away, the proper click-clack sound following behind him. Maybe I just imagined it. Afterall, it not exactly quiet in here.
That's when dick turned around to walk backwards. "By the way," And as the words drawled the tapping went nonexistent. "A performer always knows how to make his way around without disturbing the show." And with that, Golden boy melted into the crowd.
"Freaking acrobatic ninja show pony!"
Hopefully you liked it! And if anyone wants to beta... I'm not sure how it works, but I'd love the help.