In Gotham City, the event of the year was Bruce Wayne's Winger Gala. You knew you were somebody if you were invited. It was where all the big wigs in Gotham got together to out-donate each other. A ton of reporters were always there and it was generally a big thing. However, most people did not bring their children, meaning that 15 year old Jason Todd was usually stuck by himself. This time, however, he had spotted his favorite red head amongst the crowd and had pulled her away so they could brood together.

"Okay, okay," Barbara said laughing. "What about those guys?" he pointed at a couple that were strolling across the room wearing sour expressions. The woman was plump and disproportionate while the man was scrawny. He looked like a Chihuahua walking beside her.

Jason examined the couple, before saying in a terrified voice, "Honey, can't I eat some tonight?" Barbara laughed slightly.

"No!" she said, her voice gravelly and wicked. "You can have what's left when I'm done!"

Jason snorted, watching the couple walk away. "But honey," he whimpered. "You're never done."

Barbara burst out into laughter at the way Jason was getting so into character. "Then you'll starve!" she said. The two laughed together, the younger's head falling on her shoulder as he ran out of breath. Barbara spotted some more victims across the room: a trio including a man and his old wife and another man.

Jason took one look before saying with absolute certainty, "The husband is secretly gay."

Barbara scoffed. "Why would you say that?"

"Well, for one," he said matter-of-factly. He grabbed a finger sandwich off of a tray as a waiter walked by and shoved it into his mouth before continuing around said finger sandwich. "The wife is like a million years old. Odds are, he's in it for the money." Barbara slapped his shoulder and muttered something like 'don't talk with your mouth full' but he didn't care. Swallowing, he continued. "And secondly, can't you see the way those two guys look at each other? What about how close their standing? It looks like you and Dick."

Barbara blushed slightly in embarrassment before slapping him once more. "Me and Dick are not secretly gay for each other." She quipped.

"No, just secretly turned on by each other." Jason retorted. "The sexual desire between you two is so visible it looks like a rope tying your crotches together."

Barbara laughed at Jason's description. "Don't sound so heartbroken." She sneered.

"I'm not the one who is heartbroken." He said with a smirk. "I don't have to wait around for someone to realize they want to fuck me. I can just go out and get laid."

"You could if you weren't still a little kid."

"I am not a little kid!" Jason said bitterly. "I'm only a year younger than you, Brat Girl."

"You're still too young." Barbara smiled triumphantly at her victory against the smart ass. They looked out at the group of idiots in monkey suits and glittery dresses. "I can't believe Bruce chooses to socialize with these people." Barbara observed, watching as one man yelled at a waiter for not carrying a tray of champagne. Across the room, two women were very visibly gossiping about a woman merely five feet in from of them, making gag motions and laughing about it. "And they call the people of the slums garbage." She scoffed.

"The people of the slums are garbage, Babs." Jason said. "These people are just fancy garbage. They have their own section in the dump." He smirked as Barbara giggled. He gazed out over the crowd of people before deciding it was time. "Come one," he said. "I want to show you something."

Barbara eyed him suspiciously before taking his extended hand and following him. He led her through the large crowds, dodging reporters' questions about "the commissioner's daughter having a thing for Bruce Wayne's wards" and "does Dick Grayson know". They finally found the stair case and Barbara thought he was going to take her up, but instead he went around it and ducked beneath the large wooden structure. He held onto her hand as he turned to face her. She was only a few inches taller than he was, and that was in her heels. His eyes looked at her so innocently and he opened his mouth to say something before she interrupted him.

"Jason, there's nothing over here." she said blatantly.

Jason smiled. "Sure there is," he said. He sounded so sure of himself, but Barbara was sure that all that was under the stairs was the back of the stairs. "You're just not looking in the right places, Barbie."

Barbara looked around once more, scanning the area using her Bat senses, and still found nothing. She looked at him questioningly and he pointed upwards with a grin. She followed his hint to find a small plant hanging from the ceiling with a tiny ribbon tied around the base. "Mistletoe," she whispered in shock. She looked back down at Jason with a sarcastic remark on her tongue but without warning he had his lips locked onto hers and his hands roughly gripping her cheeks.

He made a loud mooching sound when he pulled back with a grin before running off into the crowd. Barbara searched for him for the rest of the night, but never found him.

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"And that is how Barbara Gordon was my first kiss." Jason said, smiling smugly at the memory and Barbara's look of horror. Clearly, she remembered that night just as vividly as Jason. She should be thankful. The undead boy could've easily twisted the details and made it so that she kissed him back and they had a make out session behind the stair case at a charity ball. But he didn't. So really, she should be thanking him.

Dick and Stephanie and Tim giggled slightly, looking from Barbara's horrified expression to Jason's smug one. "You never told me that story, Babs." Dick said, slinging his arm around his friend who glared at everyone in the room.

The children of the bat (the older ones anyway) had gone out to get a drink together. But, since Dick and Barbara were the only ones who were over 21, the group had just sent their elders into a liquor store and then met up at Jason's apartment (which was surprisingly clean). Jason and Barbara were probably the most sober at the moment. Ironically, Tim was the drunkest by far.

I guess the Replacement doesn't have the balls to drink more often. Jason thought to himself, smirking at the way Tim's head rolled around on his shoulders as though it had just suddenly become too much of a burden for his neck to carry.

"Jason, really?" Barbara asked as Dick's slightly drunk head fell onto her shoulder. He closed his eyes with a goofy grin on his lips and mumbled something about how he would be waiting for their wedding invitation. Barbara slammed her palm into her face in frustration. "You just had to tell that story, didn't you, Jay?"

Jason nodded proudly. "You might be embarrassed to kiss me, but I wasn't embarrassed to kiss you, Babs." He said, leaning over the coffee table towards her. He had to lean back, however, when Stephanie grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back so she could also lean on him. "I think it's a great ice breaker, actually. I'll start telling it more often." He smirked at the way Barbara threw her hands up in the air in defeat. She sighed and attempted to shove Dick's head away from her shoulder, only for him to lean back over and crash land on her shoulder once more.

"Ow, Babs." He said sleepily. "Your shoulder hurts."

Babs face palmed once more, muttering to herself, "This was a bad idea."

"No it wasn't." Jason scoffed, moving his arm so it wrapped around Steph's shoulders as she snuggled into his chest. "You guys are all just so drunk that you'll have to stay here. Which will turn into a bad idea when it's morning and Grayson wants his cereal." Jason laughed.

Dick looked up at his younger brother who was sipping at the glass of liquor in his hands with a smirk. "You don't understand, Jay." He said completely seriously. "I need my cereal, or else."

Barbara suddenly got up, much to Dick's chagrin. "Come on, big guy, you're going to bed." She said as she pulled him towards one of the spare bedrooms. He sidestepped and stumbled and she did her best to keep him steady, but she could only do so much.

"Only if you come with me," he said, grinning like he was about to get the best sex of his life.

Barbara sighed in annoyance. "Oh, come on, Babs." Jason said through his glass as he took another sip. "Lighten up."

"How are you not drunk yet, Jay?" she asked as she closed the door behind Dick. There was an audible bang as he collapsed on the bed with sheer exhaustion. The whiskey probably made him sleepier than patrol, to be honest. "You've had like six glasses of that shit." Jason paused as he poured yet another glass. Barbara walked back towards the remaining heroes and pulled Tim up. With his eyes closed, the drunk little nerd followed Barbara and laid down on the couch she had been previously occupying. He made a content humming noise as Barbara covered him up, but he was already asleep.

Jason shrugged, allowing Stephanie to nuzzle deeper into his chest. "What can I say, I've got quite the tolerance."

Barbara scoffed. "You're an eighteen year old alcoholic, Jay."

"I could get you drunk with a kiss," he said with a smirk. "Or do I need to find some mistletoe first?" he laughed when Barbara, again, slammed her face into her palm and turned towards the room with the sleeping Dick Grayson.

"I'm going to bed. Have fun not getting drunk." She called over her shoulder before she slammed the door, leaving only Stephanie's giggles and Jason's laughs in her wake.

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TA DA!

I hadn't planned on adding the drinking part, but then it wasn't very long without it. So I figured I would try to lengthen it with some more humor.

I hope that didn't totally waste your time because the sole purpose of that part was to fill the chapter. Oh, and just for the record. Dick and Barbara are dating at this point and Jason and Stephanie are sleeping together, but not officially dating (because Jason Todd as commitment issues, okay)

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~Charlie~