(Credits to mockingbird_33)

The Wayne Foundation’s annual charity gala sparkled with chandeliers and overpriced champagne Dick invited you three at said gala. You tugged at the collar of your formalwear, scanning the room full of Gotham’s elite while Donna whispered threats in your ear. She looked criminally gorgeous in a black suit with heels- VERY hot. Garth on the other hand, of course, was the star of the night unfortunately — navy suit, hair slicked back- didn't stay slicked, smile practiced. Unfortunately, he was currently trapped by three women dripping in diamonds, their manicured hands all over him.

“I’m gonna kill them,” Donna muttered, sipping champagne like it was poison. “Like, stab 'em with my sword—” “Relax, Amazon menace,” you said, narrowing your eyes at the scene. “We’ll plot murder later. Right now, we stare. Hard. Make him uncomfortable.” As if on cue, Garth glanced over, his charming smile faltering for just a second when he caught both of you glaring daggers at him. You raised your glass in silent threat. Donna leaned in, stage whispering, “Our boyfriend is too pretty for his own good.”