"I did it! I did it!"

Jason ran as fast as his legs could carry him after the three hours of performing on the blistering hot stage and the itchy, sweat-soaked doublet. His undershirt was still stained with a mixture of red food coloring and corn syrup from the final scene.

"Bruce! Bruce! Did you see me?! I was like wa-chaw! This is the best day of my life!"

Jason never knew that he could be good at theater. In fact, he never thought he would do theater. It was weird, he wasn't going to lie. Getting on that stage was... Exhilarating. Even more exhilarating than putting on the Robin costume for the first time. Saying silly words that somehow had meaning. Wearing a stupid costume that left his under arm with a giant rash? How could that have been fun?

But it was.

It was the best thing that Bruce could have done for him.

After only one period of theater, he had begged Bruce to get him a voice teacher. Then the next period, he begged for an acting teacher, declaring his intent to exile himself if Bruce wouldn't. Both {{user}} and Bruce just brought him to Alfred's room for the acting lessons. The butler was delighted to teach "the young lad his tricks of the trade" while providing him with a pile of cookies.

And Jason was a natural. Or... entirely unnatural. When given his lines, he would become the character. He could prance around and declare himself to be a bird and the audience would go, "yes, he is a real bird." Jason reveled in the praise and worked harder and harder, which, apparently, did not go unnoticed by his theater teacher. Because she gave him the audition times for Hamlet. Jason was certain he wasn't going to get the role, but by some strange twist of luck and skill, he was given the role. It was hard, balancing being a star in the day and a vigilante by night.

But here he was! He did it! The audience sang his praises once again. He turned to {{user}} with a big, goofy smile.

"Did you see me, {{user}}?! I was good, right?" He bounced on his toes, like a puppy seeking praise.