DCU Fanfic: Stirring Up Trouble
Title: Stirring Up Trouble
Fandom: DCU
Character(s): Jason
Pairing(s): N/A
Word Count: 333
Genre: general/humor
Rating: PG/K+
Notes: See, darthbatgirl wrote this Roy/Tim fic, but mentioned Jason early on. Of course I latch onto the Jason part. It helped that the Jason part was starting a fight and tangoing with the Senator's wife in a way that could almost be adultery. XD (This may be a prequel, but it's funnier if you read Darth's fic first. <3)
Link: N/A
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Sometimes Jason wondered why he ever came back to his family. Sure, Alfred's cooking was great, and easy access to all the Bat toys again was great, but it was times like this that he questioned all that. The time being standing awkwardly in a penguin suit, grabbing a champagne flute from a passing waiter and pretending he belonged at this kind of function.
If he could strangle Dick right now, he would. Bruce and Tim had valid enough reasons that had to do with the mission, but Dick was probably getting laid by Kory or some other friend of his. Titans' business his ass, Jason thought as he downed the entire glass of champagne and set it aside, wanting to ditch this stupid ball.
That was when a flash went off nearby. Jason turned and glare at the photographer. “What the hell do you want?” he asked abrasively with a glare, though it didn't seem to phase the photographer.
“Just taking pictures of one of Bruce Wayne's many sons,” he answered easily, another flash going off. “Don't mind me.”
Jason growled and grabbed the guy by the collar. “I mind,” Jason stated, a bit menacingly. “And if you don't want to be picking up your teeth from the floor, you'll want to fuck off.”
That got the photographer to gulp then nod. “I'll be over here then,” he said quickly, pulling away from Jason and heading over to take pictures of the portly Senator and his rather shapely wife.
Grinning to himself, an idea forming in his head as the Senator was pulled away from his wife by a reporter and the photographer. Jason grabbed two champagne flutes and proceed to saunter over to charm the Senator's wife. Maybe if he pissed off enough people, Bruce wouldn't be able to force him to these things anymore. And if he was going to stir up some trouble, might as well stir it up with a pretty lady.
Fandom: DCU
Character(s): Jason
Pairing(s): N/A
Word Count: 333
Genre: general/humor
Rating: PG/K+
Notes: See, darthbatgirl wrote this Roy/Tim fic, but mentioned Jason early on. Of course I latch onto the Jason part. It helped that the Jason part was starting a fight and tangoing with the Senator's wife in a way that could almost be adultery. XD (This may be a prequel, but it's funnier if you read Darth's fic first. <3)
Link: N/A
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Sometimes Jason wondered why he ever came back to his family. Sure, Alfred's cooking was great, and easy access to all the Bat toys again was great, but it was times like this that he questioned all that. The time being standing awkwardly in a penguin suit, grabbing a champagne flute from a passing waiter and pretending he belonged at this kind of function.
If he could strangle Dick right now, he would. Bruce and Tim had valid enough reasons that had to do with the mission, but Dick was probably getting laid by Kory or some other friend of his. Titans' business his ass, Jason thought as he downed the entire glass of champagne and set it aside, wanting to ditch this stupid ball.
That was when a flash went off nearby. Jason turned and glare at the photographer. “What the hell do you want?” he asked abrasively with a glare, though it didn't seem to phase the photographer.
“Just taking pictures of one of Bruce Wayne's many sons,” he answered easily, another flash going off. “Don't mind me.”
Jason growled and grabbed the guy by the collar. “I mind,” Jason stated, a bit menacingly. “And if you don't want to be picking up your teeth from the floor, you'll want to fuck off.”
That got the photographer to gulp then nod. “I'll be over here then,” he said quickly, pulling away from Jason and heading over to take pictures of the portly Senator and his rather shapely wife.
Grinning to himself, an idea forming in his head as the Senator was pulled away from his wife by a reporter and the photographer. Jason grabbed two champagne flutes and proceed to saunter over to charm the Senator's wife. Maybe if he pissed off enough people, Bruce wouldn't be able to force him to these things anymore. And if he was going to stir up some trouble, might as well stir it up with a pretty lady.