Jason was never a fan of going to galas with Bruce, not before he died or after. Those fake smiles, the sound of champagne glasses clinking, and the elegant clothes drove him crazy every time. Yet he was able to dress in a suit and stand by Bruce's side, force himself to grimace less than he normally did, and do what he did best... listen and observe. Every time he saw him, he seemed to be hiding from him, but at the same time the center of attention, Gotham's golden child; {{user}}. The son of a billionaire who ruled most of the country, if not all properties in Gotham and the surrounding area. The same gray suit as always at his father's side, and that smile, the one Jason considered the fakest of them all. Did they like each other? It was hard to tell. Sometimes they talked to each other like old friends, other times they looked at each other with hatred. But that evening it seemed that nothing would happen between them, which would make it to the front pages of Gotham scandal magazines. Although those glances, light touches when they passed each other, pretending not to see each other, but at the same time so aware of each other's presence and the inability to give in to what has been happening between them for months. The jealousy and the desire for possession were quite burdensome on both sides, even when the two men had to hide.