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[Roxy's been to Wayne Manor a few times now but never when it's been busy, usually it sits at the end of the long drive like a giant cemetery marker. Solitary, silent, and made of stone.
But this evening it's a bustle of activity; valets are parking expensive sports cars, photographers are rushing around taking photos of Gotham's most wealthy and prestigious, and a constant stream of waiters weave in and out of everyone with their trays.

Roxy arrives in the dress she specifically picked out for Jason's enjoyment and almost immediately she's getting a few looks. Whether they are appreciative or disapproving she doesn't bother checking, she's got no reason to impress Gotham's high society because she's not here for them. She's here for her boyfriend.
Who seems to be a little hard to find at the moment and the sheer number of people milling around is causing Roxy to get a little flustered and confused.

A gentle hand touches her shoulder and she looks around to find Alfred, looking as crisp and in control as always and he nods towards the direction of the main ballroom.]

Master Jason is through there Miss Spaulding, I believe him and Master Wayne are speaking to a few of Gotham's newest politicians.

Thanks Alfred, I'll make sure I don't butt in till they finish their conversation.

[She heads into the ballroom towards the center of the room where she finally spots Jason who is indeed standing next to Bruce and a few other men who look deep in a conversation that is probably about as exciting as a root canal. She hangs back, hoping he notices her soon but till then she's happy to admire how good he looks in a suit....]

Date: 2021-10-03 10:20 pm (UTC)
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This is truly the worst moment of Jason Peter Todd's life. He fucking swears it as he stands here, staring at food caught in this rich asshole's teeth as the man goes on and on and on and on about fuck knows what. How does Bruce do this all the damn time? Jason literally wants to reach out and punch the guy, and somehow Bruce is nodding along and looking as interested as ever, and Jason wants to go drown himself in the punch. He hasn't even managed to snag a drink yet, which makes this extra torture.

His mentor swears that this is good practice, a part of training, and that it's important for him to be here, but the way this shitty bowtie is suffocating him, he's starting to wonder if he might end up punching Bruce tonight too, just for making him suffer through this circus.

Honestly though? Maybe Bruce is right. If he can get through this, he can get through any kinda torture that any villain piece of shit puts him through. Can that happen now? He'd love to get kidnapped by Penguin right now. He might even pay him to do it.

Once he's done with all these dramatic scenarios in his head, he finally lets his gaze drift off to check out the rest of the guests, wishing Roxy would get here already. He had wanted to go pick her up, but Bruce wanted him to be here- probably in fear of Jason fleeing, and so he sent a car service to get her instead. Any minute now, right? She should be here any minute now to save him from this madness.

And then, like a miracle from the heavens, he spots her, his entire demeanor shifting as his eyes go wide and he mouths "Save me," to her.
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So now, Jason is pretty convinced that Roxy is an actual angel, because the whole thing couldn't be more perfect, and the elderly reporter practically pushes him out of the way- which, normally would piss him off, but he rolls with it so hard, jetting away from them so fast that not even Bruce could catch him. He'd bet on it.

"Holy shit, Rox. I've never been so happy to see anyone in my entire life." He's dead serious, and almost crying out of pure relief.

And maybe it's a lot?? Too much?? But when has Jason ever been anything but Too Much- but he cups her face and kisses her deeply right then and there, prompting a few scandalized comments of "Oh My," around them.
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They could plaster their photos all over the place for all Jason cares... and yeah, maybe Bruce will care, but come on. It's not like they're fucking on the table. They're just kissing like two young lovers, and that's all Gotham really needs to know.

If Bruce says anything, he's probably just jealous (that's what Jason tells himself anyway.)

"You've got no idea," he says, but then he laughs softly, letting his hands fall to her waist. "I mean, I guess you do now. I'm really glad you're here." He stays pressed against her forehead for a moment longer, before he pulls back to get a good look at her. "And looking real fucking amazing, holy shit."

Date: 2021-10-04 11:16 am (UTC)
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Oh yeah, her curves and angles are definitely on full display in this dress, and Jason is highly appreciating every single one of them. She's the hottest person here, hands down.

He doesn't even complain about his suit when she compliments him on it. Instead, she actually gets a smile and a "Thanks, babe."

His fingers lace tight around hers and he glances back towards Bruce who is distracted enough with the reporter right now, so he shakes his head, nodding his head towards the bar. "Not yet. B has been dragging me from one asshole to another."

Date: 2021-10-10 08:44 pm (UTC)
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"Please. Holy fuck. I don't know if I'm cut out for this shit." He'd never admit that any other time but now- he swears it's cause the blood flow is being cut off to his brain. He'll stop being so dramatic once he has a drink. Promise.

"Damn, it's always something in Gotham. Fuckers need to learn how to drive. Anyways, it's alright. You're here now." And that's all that matters. As they head to the bar, he's just going to walk behind her, just a little bit, so he can check her out some more. "I can't even tell you how much better this dress looks on you than in the photo." Because damn.

He does have to stop staring though, so he shifts his attention to the drinks. "Whiskey. On the rocks." He does slink back just a little after that, in case either the bartender or Bruce try and give him a hard time about it.

Date: 2021-10-13 12:49 am (UTC)
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[ Over time. Yeah, he's not sure he wants to get better at this over time. It's just not him.]

Not trying to be just like Bruce. Just...

[ he gives a small shrug, because he doesn't know how to explain it. he doesn't want to disappoint his mentor, or have him think he's not cut out for any of this- and it's ridiculous. it's just fundraiser party bullshit. this should be easier than anything, but he feels so out of place here, it's hard. on the streets, fighting? that's where he belongs.

but anyway, he doesn't have to think so hard about that now, what with his beautiful girlfriend in front of him. she really is a pro at this, getting their drinks before any kinda fuss can be made. ]


He'll notice I'm gone soon enough. Maybe I can re-introduce you again?

[ since last time wasn't such a hit. but later. right now he follows her over to the quiet corner near the window, taking a long sip of his drink. Bruce's fancy alcohol sure does taste better than what he was ever used to. ]

So far, yeah. I was bored nearly to death, it was hard to get a fist up.

Date: 2021-10-24 05:12 pm (UTC)
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Yeah, it's fucking weird.

[ that's putting it mildly. he's trying to be okay with it, though. this is his life now, and he wants to belong. he doesn't have to be like them, but he doesn't want to be so far on the outside of it either. he wants Bruce to see him here too. ]

Damn, that was pretty hot, though. Gotta admit.

[ even the getting caught part, just a little bit. only shitty part was that they couldn't continue. ]

I'd give anything for you to rip this shirt off of me right now. Wonder how many of these fucks would do the same.

Date: 2021-10-27 03:02 pm (UTC)
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I dunno why, but that makes it even worse.

[ he snorts softly, but he does look over at the guy and laughs before practically downing the rest of his drink. ]

At least there's that to look forward to. And the drinks. Grab me another drink?

[ he waves his empty glass in front of himself, giving her a pouty look. ]

Date: 2021-10-29 08:12 pm (UTC)
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My pleasure, beautiful.

[ a kiss and a drink. he's doing pretty well for himself, considering how shitty he thought this night would be.

and then he hangs back, glancing around to try and spot Bruce. he's still deep in conversation with some rando, so his eyes fall back on Roxy again. seems like a lot of eyes are on her, but it doesn't matter to him. he knows she'll be coming back his way and not theirs.

he furrows his eyebrows when she randomly leaves the line, then follows her line of sight over to the group of women being entertained by some shady looking guy. he starts heading that way to see what's up, but stops in his tracks when Roxy goes crashing back into Bruce. damn, the guy is stealthy, even when just in a suit. shit.

Bruce raises an eyebrow at her language, but there's a faint smile on his lips as well.]


Miss Spaulding. Jason mentioned you'd be joining us. Pleasure to see you again- or meet you, I should say. I don't think we were ever properly introduced.

[ he extends his hand to her, then side eyes Jason as he comes over to them all cool and casual, moving a hand to her back. ]

Hey, B. I was hoping you'd run into each other again. I mean, maybe not actually fucking run into each other, but don't worry, it looked graceful.

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