#brucetalia

“Little one, I am in need of an escort to the Wayne Gala and I have decided you will do,” Talia announced as she reclined ever so casually on Jason’s couch as if she had every right to be there. Though, considering how much she’d probably spent of Jason’s training, she probably did. 

“Surprised B invited you,” Jason said dryly as he set down his duffle bag on the table, “He’s usually much more of a coward than that.”

“I am Ra’s al Ghul’s daughter, I do not need a piece of paper to tell me where I can go,” Talia waved dismissively. Which is all Jason needed to know that she had not been invited. Probably with good reason considering the kinds of things she usually pulled at events with lots of influential people. 

“Well I’m honored and all that, but I ain’t going to the Gala. Those things are always a huge bore and the lines for the food are too long,” Jason shrugged, starting to make himself a cup of tea in the kitchen.

He didn’t feel Talia approach until she slid her arms around his waist from behind. 

“But Little One, just imagine how enraged my Beloved will be when he sees us together there,” she purred.

Jason didn’t even have to think about that one. 

“I’m in.”

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While pissing off Bruce was the main goal of going to the Gala, it turned out Dick was also there. Jason still didn’t quite know what his deal was, but he was enjoying watching him lose his mind in the corner.

“Care to dance?” Jason asked, extending an arm to Talia. She shot a small and wicked looking smile in Bruce’s direction before turning back to Jason. 

“But of course,” She smiled. 

Talia was not one to let someone else take the lead, but Jason really didn’t mind so he just relaxed and let her put him through his paces on the dance floor. Her neckline was plunging and she pressed far closer to him than was appropriate, but Talia was like that sometimes and Jason had learned over the years not to get completely distracted. Or well, not to get distracted to the point it was rude. She’d probably be a little offended if he weren’t a little distracted. 

Jason wasn’t sure if it was Bruce or Dick burning holes in the back of his head with the force of their glare, but he was thoroughly enjoying himself for once. 

“May I cut-in?” Bruce said smoothly, suddenly appearing out of nowhere.

“I don’t know,” Talia with a slow smile, “Jason and I were just thinking of leaving together.”

The way her hand trailed over his hip left no room to doubt what she was implying they’d be doing. 

“I insist,” Bruce said, the glint of something dangerous in his eyes that made Talia press closer to Jason just for a moment. Jason could sympathize. 

“Well then,” Jason coughed stepping away with a sardonic smile at Bruce, “He’s all yours my Lady.”

Talia gave him a secret smile that meant Jason was going to be rewarded for this performance later. Jason was hoping for a new set of swords. He’d had his eye on a few that had come into the league recently. 

Bruce stepped between them hurriedly and whisked Talia away back onto the dance floor.

Jason barely had time to wish her luck in his head before someone was grabbing him by his expensive jacket and towing him out of the ballroom into one of the many dark corridors. Jason grinned as he was shoved up against the wall. 

“Hey Dickie,” he purred.

Dick snarled something under his breath and then kissed him hard. 

Jason didn’t really understand why Dick was jealous- it’s not like Talia really had eyes for anyone besides Bruce- but he was certainly enjoying the results. Especially the possessive way Dick was holding his hips as they kissed. That was real nice. 

“What’s the matter Dick-head?” Jason taunted, leaning into another kiss, “What’s got you so riled up? Kissing a guy out here where anyone could see u… that’s not very Golden Boy of you.”

“You’re doing this on purpose,” Dick growled. 

“Doing what?” Jason grinned innocently, only to get bitten. 

“She’s using you,” Dick hissed. 

“Nah, really?”

“This isn’t a game, Jason,” Dick said getting a prissy look on his face, “She’s a lot older than you. It’s not appropriate for her to be doing stuff with you. She’s doing to hurt you.”

“God, you’re such a hypocrite.” Jason said rolling his eyes and thinking of Dick’s little haram of older men and ladies he tumbled into bed with.

Whatever Dick had to say to that, Jason didn’t really want to hear it so he pulled him into another kiss, hitching a leg up to pull Dick a little closer. Luckily, Dick was an easy guy to distract and he was quick to take charge. And christ on a cracker, the guy could kiss. Jason hadn’t known before that someone could turn a kiss into a full body experience, but he was learning quickly. 

Both Dick and Jason jumped at the flash of the camera. 

“Don’t you two look cozy,” smiled Vicky Vale stepping closer, “Dick Grayson, is this your new boyfriend? What’s your name, hon?”

God, Jason hated reporters. 

“This is your fault,” Jason muttered, pulling away.

“You’re just going to leave me here?” hissed Dick, looking extremely embarrassed. 

“Yup.” 

“Mister Grayson, can you comment on-” Jason didn’t stay to hear the rest, just slipped back into the ballroom. Talia and Bruce were nowhere in sight and Jason was willing to bet they’d wound up in bed together, which meant it was time for Jason to leave.