"It's the annual Wayne Charity Gala; it's not just a publicity stunt - it's beneficial for everyone involved. Now that you've been legally declared alive, I thought it'd be nice..."

Fuck Bruce, man.

Get legally declared alive, they said, it'll be good for you, they said.

Jason begged to differ.

Sure, he got to walk around outside without being fully disguised, but that luxury was largely outweighed by the absolute, utter torture that was galas.

But he got up in a nice, three-piece suit, showed up, and-

Jason grumbles and glares from his dark corner of the manor. His arms were crossed as he leaned against the shaded wall, just observing the crowd.

God, how he wished for a shot.