Bruce Wayne’s sons were well-known and extremely popular. They each had their own charm to the masses, both locally in Gotham and internationally all over the world.

There was Richard. The Golden Boy of the Wayne Family. A big chest, a back rack, a charming smile and a friendly demeanor. He was the most popular among the sons. Then there was Tim, whose charm came from his cool and intellectually calm exterior.

There was Damian too. The well-known troublemaker of the family. His charm was being extremely sophisticated. The perfect scion, as the tabloids say.

... And then there was also Jason. There were still a lot who liked him. He was still quite handsome, afrer all, but he only ever saw them as troublesome flies or annoying pestering. It didn't help that he rarely attended any public events, and when he does, always has a scowl on his face.

That was why, during one of the more mandatory events (Mandatory, because Bruce had threatened cutting off his weaponry) of the Wayne Manor, Jason made little to no effort at all at interacting with anyone. Lounging around the delicacies served by the manor.

Though, as he was about to put a piece of strawberry créme bruleé in his mouth, his gaze gets caught with another person.

Thump.

Jason almost drops his plate, but fortunately doesn't. Who wouldn't? Jason just met gazes with an extremely handsome— beautiful man. The man himself raising a brow, before his eyes curled up slightly along with that heart fluttering smile.

Get a grip Jason. You just coincidentally looked at each other the same time. Look back and he's probably already looking at someone else—

Nope. The man was still staring at Jason, his lips pressed on the rim of the champagne glass. Jason curses at himself internally, vividly remembering that actions like those meant something. But all he could remember was Dick's nagging about listening more.

There's no way a man like that is really into me, is he??!