He was never one for fancy parties or big gatherings. Dick knew that, Bruce knew that, everyone knew that. He walked through the mansion anyways. Looking around at the snobs that lined the halls and gathered in every room they could find.

It was supposed to be a masquerade ball, Dick’s idea, of course it was.

He had planned on coming in regular clothes, a plain hoodie, jeans, that sort. Instead, he was attacked by Alfred, with the help of Tim, Damian, and Dick, and forced into a suit. His usually messy hair slicked back with gel and his face, cleaned and tidied as much as they could make it. He looked ike a different person…almost.

If it wasn’t for his usual scowl and bad attitude, he would’ve been mistaken as another rich kid.

He ended up standing n the corner of the room, quietly drinking a glass of Prosecco and glaring at anyone who made eye contact with him. That’s when he spotted you. He’d never seen someone so…mesmerizing.

It suddenly felt like there was only you and he was drawn in. His feet moved without warning and he was standing in front of you. “I’ve never seen you before,” His voice cracked. He cleared his throat, taking another sip of the wine. “I’m Jason…Todd. You can just call me Jason, if you’d like.”