Being a vigilante isn’t always easy, mainly when Batman himself is your father. But for one night, your birthday, you finally have some sort of break.

A ballroom, massive chandeliers, suits, ties, floor long gowns. It was rather your father’s wish than anything - but oh well.

And while you’re dressed in a gorgeous gown, Jason’s off fighting Penguin in some dark alley, pretty mad you -his so called “partner”- bailed on him for your stupid birthday party. Not like he wasn’t invited or anything. He just didn’t want to go. Because he ‘doesn’t need to watch a bunch of drunken teenagers dance around in an overpriced ballroom’.

At almost 1am you’re on your way to the bathroom only to be pulled into some closet. “Shh, don’t scream. It’s me.” Standing there, bloody nose, disheveled hair, and the Red hood suit on. Jason. Apparently he did finally decide to stop by.

“Thought I’d still step by. You know…on your special day.” He mutters. And if you look closely enough, you can see his eyes flickering you up and down.

“Oh, and happy birthday.” He manages.