Danny: Are you aware Bruce Wayne has a thing for you?
Clark: What? No way he does.
Danny: Yeah, why do you think he's glaring at me right now? He's jealous of how much I've been chatting with you.
Clark: He always looks like that.
Danny: No, he doesn't. Everyone knows Bruce Wayne is the friendliest most prince charming man around! And that, is not the look of Gotham's Prince.
Clark: Oh yeah....I forget people think that about him....
Clark: Nevermind. Look, Bruce does not have feelings for me.
Danny: *sigh* I guess it's going to be a long difficult road of love for Mr.Wayne.
Meanwhile across the gala hall:
Dick: Sheesh, B. Reel it in. The guy is going to notice.
Bruce: Oh no, was I being obvious?
Tim: Extremely. Literally every time he looked over here, you were staring.
Jason: If it makes you feel better, only those who know you would know that is the face you make when you have a crush. Everyone else would think you're planning their downfall.
Damian: Yes, Father. It's a bad habit. Your face loses all emotions, like the edge of a freshly sharpened blade, whenever you stare at those you are infatuated with. My mother found it attractive, but she was raised to be a killer all her life. That man is likely terrified.
Bruce: What am going to do!? He just makes me so nervous I panic!
Dick: Just, calm down and go talk to Mr. Fenton! Its not like you have no experience- Damian is living proof of that
Bruce: He was an accident!
Damian: Why do you forsaken me, Father?
Bruce: Sorry. I mean, look everyone else I've been with has always been physical only or connected in some way to my night job. Never has it been about feelings and a civilian. Especially Clark's childhood friend.
Steph: Can I offer some advice?
Steph: Stop bing a bitch and go talk to him before another fine piece of ass steals him away.
Cass: Well said, well said.
Bruce: I- okay I'll talk to him.
Bruce: What's wrong with my outfit?!
Tim: Your clothes are fine. Its your face. B you look like your about to grab brace knuckles and break his face.
Dick: I can hear the fight music
Jason: *waery sigh* We're never getting a step parent. We'll be half orphans for the rest of our lives.
Damian: Its a shame. I could have gotten that man at the alter weeks ago.
Damian: Simple. Watch. *screams* MY LEG. MY LEG. HELP. I ACCIDENTALLY STABBED MYSELF WITH MY STEAK KNIFE.
Danny pushing theough the gathering crowd: I'm a doctor! Let me through!
Damian muttering: When he comes over here to stop my bleeding you invite him to dinner as a thank you, Father. The rest of you, get a form of contact to take him out to dinner for saving your baby brother and then plan encounters in public. We're going to make him want kids.
Tim: You absolute mad lad, this is a great idea.
Bruce: NO!? WHY DID YOU STAB YOURSELF?!
Dick: Now hold on, B. This could work. Thats how Damian helped me and Kori get together.
Damian: They call me Knife Cupid for a reason Father. I'm seven for seven in success rates.
Bruce: You've done this SEVEN TIMES?!
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