#003 - Party Favours
These parties were boring.
Really fucking boring.
He understood why he was here; he knew that, for once, it was a good cause that he could get behind. He also knew that Bruce wasn’t here, even though he was one of the chief contributors to this particular charity. Something had ‘come up’. Big shocker there.
Still, Bruce’s absence was the only reason he’d shown up, despite his own support for the cause. Kori had been the one who’d really wanted to come, looking more than stunning with Roy on her arm, dancing across the room.
It made sense that she would want to be here. The charity was, after all, for a women’s shelter/rehabilitation centre for women who had suffered at the hands of human traffickers. He searched the room until he saw the blonde head of hair that represented the woman that took girls out of sex slavery.
Yeah, he could see why Kori wanted to be here.
Upon further inspection of the room and the charity’s owner he was suddenly aware of who the man next to her was.
Seems Bruce had sent a stand in. That shouldn’t surprise him. Of course Dick was here. Of course Dick was dancing with the woman who was going to be all over the newspapers tomorrow. Of course she was blushing and looking bashful next to that stunning beam of a smile. Jason turned his eyes away and sipped his drink. Of course Dick was looking amazing and putting every other male in the room to shame. Of course he was dancing as gracefully as a ballroom performer, moving like he was born for it, even though his partner obviously was new to it. Of course Dick was perfect. He was always perfect. Always.
Jason found himself lingering (totally not hiding) on the other side of the room, well away from any reporters’ (Dick’s) sight. He didn’t dance, although a couple girls did ask. (Why was it always the blondes that wanted him?) He just stayed in his spot, watching the bodies of people moving around and sipping spectacular champagne.
So maybe the drink was distracting and maybe he’d lost track of Dick somewhere and maybe he just wasn’t on his usual game tonight because he actually jumped when that voice murmured in his ear.
“Heya, Jaybird.”
“Jesus!” Jason totally wasn’t blushing. Nope. That didn’t happen. “What do you want, Dick?”
Dick grinned at him, sparkling like he just walked out of a toothpaste commercial. “You’re not dancing.” He said, making it clear that he’d most likely known Jason was there the whole time. Observant bastard.
“So? I didn’t think cutting a rug was mandatory…” he said evasively.
Dick chuckled at him. “Oh, for you, it definitely is…”
Okay, so getting pulled into a dark corner of the room? Usually a bad sign. When it involved a swaying Nightwing pressed against all the right places as he forces Jason to move with him?
Well you could say that he’s not complaining…
Yeah so... This may or may not have something to do with a DCU story I have in my head, I won't say. But it's totally weird and random and I'm sorry for it XD
Really fucking boring.
He understood why he was here; he knew that, for once, it was a good cause that he could get behind. He also knew that Bruce wasn’t here, even though he was one of the chief contributors to this particular charity. Something had ‘come up’. Big shocker there.
Still, Bruce’s absence was the only reason he’d shown up, despite his own support for the cause. Kori had been the one who’d really wanted to come, looking more than stunning with Roy on her arm, dancing across the room.
It made sense that she would want to be here. The charity was, after all, for a women’s shelter/rehabilitation centre for women who had suffered at the hands of human traffickers. He searched the room until he saw the blonde head of hair that represented the woman that took girls out of sex slavery.
Yeah, he could see why Kori wanted to be here.
Upon further inspection of the room and the charity’s owner he was suddenly aware of who the man next to her was.
Seems Bruce had sent a stand in. That shouldn’t surprise him. Of course Dick was here. Of course Dick was dancing with the woman who was going to be all over the newspapers tomorrow. Of course she was blushing and looking bashful next to that stunning beam of a smile. Jason turned his eyes away and sipped his drink. Of course Dick was looking amazing and putting every other male in the room to shame. Of course he was dancing as gracefully as a ballroom performer, moving like he was born for it, even though his partner obviously was new to it. Of course Dick was perfect. He was always perfect. Always.
Jason found himself lingering (totally not hiding) on the other side of the room, well away from any reporters’ (Dick’s) sight. He didn’t dance, although a couple girls did ask. (Why was it always the blondes that wanted him?) He just stayed in his spot, watching the bodies of people moving around and sipping spectacular champagne.
So maybe the drink was distracting and maybe he’d lost track of Dick somewhere and maybe he just wasn’t on his usual game tonight because he actually jumped when that voice murmured in his ear.
“Heya, Jaybird.”
“Jesus!” Jason totally wasn’t blushing. Nope. That didn’t happen. “What do you want, Dick?”
Dick grinned at him, sparkling like he just walked out of a toothpaste commercial. “You’re not dancing.” He said, making it clear that he’d most likely known Jason was there the whole time. Observant bastard.
“So? I didn’t think cutting a rug was mandatory…” he said evasively.
Dick chuckled at him. “Oh, for you, it definitely is…”
Okay, so getting pulled into a dark corner of the room? Usually a bad sign. When it involved a swaying Nightwing pressed against all the right places as he forces Jason to move with him?
Well you could say that he’s not complaining…
Yeah so... This may or may not have something to do with a DCU story I have in my head, I won't say. But it's totally weird and random and I'm sorry for it XD