Before i forget, I do not own any of these characters, thank you now on with the story.
A DIFFERENT KIND OF NIGHT
JASON'S POV
Sometimes I don't even know how the hell did Bruce make me agree to come to this types of events, apparently mister Wayne, and his band of little rascals have organized a gala to raise funds to help Gotham's children's hospital, then again now that I think about it, that's the exact reason I'm here, kids have always been a soft spot for me, even when I was robin my goal was to always protect the kids that had a tough life just like me, and when I became a crime lord, the first rule that I made sure everyone understood is that if they sold to kids, they would get a bullet in the head in return.
Now that THAT phase is over, and I'm the closest I've ever had to "turning a new leaf" I'm here now as Jason Logan, distant cousin of Damian Wayne, since the people still believe Jason Todd is dead. I'm here with an old tux Dick had, which was also tailored by Alfred, since I'm taller and broader than Dick, which makes it a little ironic but funny, and I always enjoyed the fact that my older brother had to look up to talk to me, but I'm digressing, I'm in the corner of the lobby with a glass of wine and a fake smile on my face, as the notorious prince of Gotham gives a speech about how society needs to think of its future and how by ensuring the proper care of children we can achieve that, or as I call it, sweet talking rich bastards to have a little heart for a change.
The speech is over and everyone returns to talk about whatever they spend thousands of dollars and a few people go to the table where Bruce, Tim and Damian are to make the donations, Dick and Tim are smiley as ever and Damian is stoic as always, apple doesn't fall far from the tree does it?
"You know, too much thinking while drinking is not good for you."
I turn my head to see the face of someone I haven't talked to in a while, and I remember every last inch of it, the soft pink lips, the deep blue eyes that could be like looking straight through the ocean and the fiery red hair that I was always mesmerized by as it was swing across the sky, of course It's Barbara Gordon, the innocent daughter of Gotham's police commissioner by day, the calculative, ass kicking batgirl by night. I guess it goes without saying that I still have a crush on her…. not that I'll admit it out loud.
I just smirk at her clear attempt to tease me, "really? I didn't know you were so concerned about my safety Barbie. She just shrugs and responds not really, I was just bored and thought I could bother you with your brooding", she then tilts hear head and smiles warmly at me how you doing jay?
I just replicate her shrug before I answer, "I've been alright, as normal as my life can be, you know, explosions, car chases, impossible stunts, lots of gunfire, more explosions, I can say that I'm living Michael bay's wet dream."
She lightly laughs at my joke, god I love that laugh, but it's obvious that every time I talk to her there's a little boy in pixie boots and green scaly underpants going smitten, then again, then again, not that I'll admit out loud.
"I see that you're still as modest as ever but at least you have something going on, Burnside has been quiet so that's why I am here, that and my dad kind of dragged me into this so I wasn't alone."
She then leans on the wall next to me, I look from the corner of my eye to give her a rundown, she looks good, she has black dress with a white rose on her right shoulder, but I quickly look back to my glass before she notices…which she does.
"See something interesting, Todd?" I can practically hear her smirk, "nope. Just glancing around this billionaire circle jerk", I get a nudge on my arm in return "at least is for a good cause" I just laugh at her but I turn to her with a little smile on my face "yeah, I know, if the payoff is a better treatment for kids, I guess I can stand it."
She smiles and leans her head on my shoulder "yeah, those kids have dreams and goals and seeing their smiles makes it worth the effort", we stay quiet for a while after that, dreams, that makes me remember that nightmare I had and haven't been able to forget, it makes me wonder, what were those lights that I saw?, why couldn't I remember them before? Why am I the one? There are too many questions on my mind that I don't notice Barbara shaking my arm.
"Jay, what's wrong?" I see that she's now standing in front of me while still holding on to my arm, eyes full of concern I called you four times but you were frowning, something happened?
"Hmmm? No nothing, just something that's been bugging me lately, that's all, hey how's been Burnside lately? I try to sound relax and failing miserably.
She narrows her eyes at me, yep, brought this on myself didn't I? Good, but that's not important, something happened, her gaze softens and she places her other hand on my shoulder you know you can talk to me right? You know I'm not like all stoic like Bruce and Damian, and I sure as hell am not all shy and introvert like Tim is.
I just sigh and close my eyes for a moment, should I tell her? I know that out of all of the people in our family she's the one who can at least understand what it feels to have that monster destroy your life, though in different aspects, but that's not important now. What the hell, can't hurt to say it, is it?
"Well if you really want to know-"
"Tt, save your romantic nonsense for later, something's happened."
We look down to see Damian, with his trademark sneer and his arrogant vibe exhuming, sometimes I think he's a little me with all the street smart taken out and exchanged for a more sophisticated smartass attitude.
"What's wrong Damian?" Barbara asks, finally distracted of my previous reverie.
"Father hasn't said anything but it seems of great urgency, so meet us at the cave in ten minutes", he says before leaving us, then we see that Bruce is already starting to say goodbye to everyone and almost rushing everybody out, okay, seems that this won't be a quiet night after all.