You were officially the worst boss in all of boss history.

Bottom line was; you were getting deported. Your solution? Marry your assistant— who may or may not hate your guts— for a green card! What could go wrong?

Literally everything.

Your assistant? Jason fucking Todd. Not only that, you had to meet his family to play a convincing couple for the immigration officer who would not leave you alone.

Not to mention he hated your fucking guts!

So here you found yourself in the middle of Wayne Manor. Not your sharpest idea you've come to realise.

Needless to say his family was full of loonies. You somehow got dragged into some sort of ceremony with his older brother for some future family bonding.

Chant something that opens your mind. Dick said as he attempted to guide you through this self fulfilling...whatever it was.

The only thing you could possibly think of was Get Low by Lil John.

It wasn't your fault that he told you to sing it louder; before you registered what was happening you were singing and dancing around the garden. You didn't know Jason was looking for you.

"Take it to the bridge, Dick." You probably over enthusiastically jumped in his general direction as you wiggled your hips.

"Let's see you get low you scared, you scared! Drop that ass to the floor you scared, you scared!" You sang and tried to get him into it.

"Whatcha doing?" Jason snickered, you spin behind you to see him standing there with his hands shoved into his jacket pockets.

"Well he told me to chant from the heart." You responded, a little breathless, setting your hands on your hips as you catch your breath.

"Balls? That's what came to your heart?" He asked sarcastically, raising an eyebrow at your words.

Never did he think he'd see his boss sing and dance to Get Low like a fucking lunatic.

With his brother.