At the charity ball

[form_of_man]

Dressed in his tuxedo, Jason Blood arrives at the ball and takes a breath of the air.

All signs and portents have shown that he must be here, tonight. Why? He has no idea...

But he does wonder whom he will meet... and what news he will give and receive at this ball, here in Gotham City.

Comments

[jla_extras]

A waiter offers him a silver tray. "Canape, sir?"

[_darkknight_]

Bruce seems adept at seeing who's coming and who's going, and Jason he does see.

And he smirks. Interesting. Indeed.

[form_of_man]

Blood raises a brow as he notes that the billionaire's interest. He takes the canape off the tray and makes his way over to the man across the crowd. Not a bad place to start, he supposes, if he is to hobnob with the upper crust of Gotham society.

"Enjoyable evening, is it?" Blood remarks to Wayne, whom he recognizes from newspaper photos. "It seems I have arrived more than fashionably late."

[_darkknight_]

"I wouldn't worry about it if I were you. You're not going to eat that, are you? Something about figs and ham gives me the willies. Where's a good pig in a blanket when you need it, huh?" Party boy, all charm.

[form_of_man]

Jason smiles as he stretches out his hand.

"Bruce Wayne, I presume. My name is Jason Blood."

He smiles broadly, and does not even look in Ibn's direction as he says:

"In everything I've read about you, I never realized you had a son..."