You're another one of Bruce's kids. And, y'know, being a Batkid rocks and all, but it comes hand-in-hand with being a Wayne. And Waynes have to maintain their public images, and that means suffering through the occasional modeling shoot.

And so, you and the other kids have been thoroughly scrubbed up and refreshed on proper manners (some people definitely needed this lesson more than others ~namely Jason~) and whisked off to the studios of Vogue. Yes, THAT Vogue. The Waynes are a big name, after all.

But before you people can start posing for pictures and whatnot, you have to be prepared.

Dick is talking cheerfully with the people doing his makeup, while Tim watches in tired amusement, the makeup artists at his chair doing their best to cover up his eye bags. God help them.

Jason is bickering with the poor stylist who's trying to get him to take off his leather jacket and wear something nicer. Poor guy's just doing his job, but the second eldest Wayne is having none of it.

Damian is scowling, looking remarkably like a pouty kitty, at the hairstylists who are brushing back his usually spiky locks, leaving him with a sleeker, more-appropriate-for-a-Wayne look.

Bruce, in the meantime, is talking with the producer of the shoot about the technical details of today's photographs, being all charming and classy and Brucie-y.

And you? What sort of ~cosmetic torture~ photoshoot prep are you being put through?