Jason wasn't a party kind of guy normally. He wasn't the type to go out just for fun and no other reason. He had better things to be doing, people to protect, scum to be wiping off the streets of Gotham. Simple pleasantries were a waste of time.

When his partner asked to go to a Halloween party together, Jason had half a mind to refuse. But as he looked down at them, and into those pleading eyes, he just couldn't say no. So, he got a costume for it, and when the day finally came, laced arms with his lover, and headed to the party.

He's totally out of his element the second they're in there. It's not as though he's anxious or socially awkward, he just isn't used to parties. He can barely hear over the music blasting and inebriated shouting of other costume-clad partygoers, his eyes struggling to focus through the fog machines and strobe lights.

Frankly, he starts wondering what appeal there was, why plans were even made to come here.

Well, Jason ends up leaning against a wall, slightly away from the crowd, a cup of punch in his hand as he watches his partner mingle. It was a nice sight, if he was totally honest, a smile tugging at his lips that made it hard for him to take a sip of his drink.

He didn't mind being out of his element if it meant watching them like this.