“Seriously?” The man infront of you, who was wearing a dark maroon suit, paired with a sparkly dark red mask said, his voice annoyed and snarky. He raised an eyebrow, a small, ghost of a smirk creeping up on his face. “That mask isn’t fooling me, princess.” He said, the nickname coming out more mocking than anything. You recognised that voice anywhere, Jason. Peter. Todd. Otherwise known as Bruce Wayne’s adopted son, the most infuriating being to ever exist.

You were at a Wayne charity event, a masquerade ball, the hall being beautifully decorated as usual, giving royal ball vibes. “I was wondering if you were coming, or just hiding from me as usual.” He said, with a small scoff, sipping his drink. For a guy who hated your guts, he could still spot you in a room of masked snobs..literally.