Bruce: 45

Dick: 26

Lilly: 22

Jason: 18

Tim: 15

Damian: 10

A Wayne Foundation Fundraiser

I hate Wayne Foundation Fundraisers. I groaned internally as I forwarded the same text to Wally and Conner.

I feel you on that babe :D Wally replied quickly. I knew he was going to be very busy working later on that night, but that didn't stop me from being momentarily jealous of the fact that he didn't have to sit through a Wayne family event.

Clark is suppose to drop by later to do a piece for the Planet. Maybe I can tag along. Conner replied seconds after Wally.

"Hey how come you get to hide over here by the food tables?" Tim asked as he frustratingly tugged at the jacket of his suit. Whenever Bruce put together a company event or fundraiser, us rowdy Wayne kids each had our roles to play. Dick's job was to be charming and eligible. He worked the room like a professional. A skill he no doubt learned from a younger Bruce. Jason usually went out of his way to avoid family gatherings and Damian likewise hid upstairs whenever possible. Tim somehow assigned himself as the "helpful" Wayne. He followed Alfred around all afternoon making sure everything was just right. Then there was me, Lillian Wayne. The girl who had inherited her father's alcoholism. Of course Bruce, Alfred and the boys knew it was just a ruse, but the grotesque partygoers didn't.

"Don't worry Timmy." I laughed before reaching out to straighten his tie. "Lilly Wayne will start her drunken antics soon."

"I don't see what you have to act like that for." A young voice snorted from a nearby dessert table.

"Damian?" Tim and I said at the same time. We both glanced downward to see the ten year old hiding under the table, his hands full of cookies. Knowing full well he'd been caught, Damian crawled out from under the table.

"Thought you told dad you were staying upstairs all night." I accused.

"I got hungry." Damian answered before popping a cookie into his mouth unapologetically.

"And went straight for the snacks!" Tim laughed.

"Excuse me Drake, but why am I the one on trial?" The younger boy hissed. "She's barely over twenty-one."

"I haven't even started drinking yet. Which brings up a good point boys." I sighed sadly. "What will it be tonight, crazy tequila dancing or black out drunk from the champagne?"

"Who cares what these idiots think?" Damian huffed again bringing up his original point.

"Well for one? The Wayne Foundation." I said reaching out for a flute of champagne off a waitress's serving tray.

"Dami, I thought you were staying upstairs tonight?" Dick asked as he left the side of two very pretty girls. Damian was dressed in a dress shirt, dress pants and a bow tie, indicating he had planned on staying at the party for the rest of the night.

"Tt. I grew hungry Grayson." The youngest boy crossed his arms. "It's despicable the way you allow those women to fawn over you.

"All part of the act little bird." Dick grinned as he picked up a brownie off the dessert table. "Anyway I came over to talk to Lil. Was just talking to Bruce, he says to take it easy tonight if Damian is going to stay." Tim, Dick, and I shared a look as we remembered the horrific scene I created the last time I was trashed at a Wayne family event.

"All it will take to make her stop is for me to stay down here all night? Then I am staying down here all night." The boy said certainly as he made up his mind.

"He'll be asleep by midnight." Dick whispered in my ear before walking away.

"Oh Miss Wayne! It's nice to see you controlling yourself this evening." One of the guest snapped as a drank down my second flute of champagne an hour later.

"Sorry to be a disappointment." I hissed as the guest pasted by.

"Rough night?" Bruce asked stepping up to my side.

"Not in the usual sense." I told him. "Maybe Damian has a good reason to be worried." I said looking up at my father. "See at least when I drink at these things I have something to do. On days when I have to behave? It's actually quite boring. I don't know what to do with myself." I expected Bruce to judge me or give me some of his often recycled Alfred Pennyworth words of wisdom, instead he just laughed.

"I used to think the same thing when I was your age." He told me. "But tonight, you have something that I didn't."

"And what's that?" I asked. Bruce nodded his head towards the doorway.

"A friend." We both smiled as Conner Kent entered the ballroom. He awkwardly side-stepped through the crowd toward Bruce and I.

"Conner!" I smiled when he reached us and threw my arms around the firm collar of his shirt.

"Can I have this dance?" Conner asked lifting me from my hips and swinging me around the room. We glided across the room as a slow dance started. "Wally's probably much better at this than I am...sorry." He mumbled in embarrassment.

"For a replacement date, you're not doing too bad." I assured him. "You're better than Timmy anyway." I nodded my head in the Tim's direction. He was dancing with the teenage daughter of one of the Wayne Enterprises board members and stepping on her feet every other step.

"Even still, I think Clark and Bruce are making fun of us." Conner said nodding his head in the direction of our fathers. To an unsuspecting bystander, the Daily Planet's Clark Kent was conducting a casual interview with Billionaire Bruce Wayne. But to Conner and I who knew them well, they were watching Me, Conner and the rest of the boys as we moved around the room.

"Nah." I shook my head. "They just wish they had someone to dance with." I chuckled. "Thanks for coming tonight Conner." I said seriously.

"I'll always be here for you Lil."Conner said very seriously. "That's what being best friends is all about. Besides," Conner turned his serious face off and began to joke. "I'm pretty easy to get in touch with. Able to leap tall buildings in a single bound, faster than a speeding bullet..."

"I thought that was Superman?" I laughed as I sneaked a look at Clark from the corner of my eyes.

"Well I'm Super Best Friend." He laughed too. "All the same powers as Superman, but with a gallon of chocolate ice cream as an additional superpower."