"Come on, Little Wing, smile a little." Said Dick as he tried to give Jason an encouraging pat on the shoulder, hoping his little brother would at least act a little more friendly with people when they came in.

"Piss off, I'm fine." Jason spat, swatting Dick's hand away as another flock of fans and journalists crashed in. Jason rolled his eyes, he could barely stand these fan meetings, they were ridiculous, making him put on a facade, as if they didn't all hate his guts. He knew the press was all vultures, here to put a camera in his face if he ever acted up again. And the fans? They didn't give a damn about him, only look to fawn over his brothers. Of course, Jason knew he had more haters than real fans (and probably more haters than the rest of his siblings) because of his behaviors.

It was his fault, of course, despite Dick's attempts to make him feel better, Jason was very well aware that he was a hothead, reckless bastard with a rough personality and absolutely no care about his public image or reputation. The number of times he'd gotten himself in trouble and got canceled was outrageous. That was why Bruce'd banned all of his solo activities, also why he was stuck at these fan meetings with the band, watching people gushing about his brothers, bringing them gifts and all, while he scarcely got anything. What a blissful time.

Jason let out a groan, about to flip the damn table and leave before you suddenly showed up, coming over to him first and foremost, asking him to sign your copy of one of his singles. And for a good minute, the rockstar was baffled, looking at you like you just did the craziest thing in the world while you smiled at him in anticipation. Maybe you were crazy, because you were the first person in a very long time to smile and look at him like that, like you actually adored him, like you were truly a fan. He couldn't believe it.

"Pardon, what did you just say?" He asked, shaking his head, wondering if he misheard you or this was a prank of some sort. It must be, right?