Are you taking prompts? If so, how about #50 with Jason & Bruce? 💕
Yeah, I’m taking prompts!!! Just wanted some inspiration for short and sweet (or angsty) stuff I can write on my phone on the car drives ☺️. Takes a whole to post them though bc my internet here is super spotty rn. Have fun with some baby Robin Jason.
Bruce kept one hand on Jason’s back, ensuring that he wouldn’t get lost in the crowd, and with the other he was holding his phone.
“Has Eliza called yet?” Jason asked, evading another visitor by moving even further into Bruce’s space.
The reopening of Gotham’s Museum of Arts was packed this Saturday morning with all of Gotham’s rich and important.
Bruce Wayne had to make an appearance and show his support for the renovation mostly funded by himself. Until ten minutes ago, it had seemed like a brilliant idea as well. However, he had underestimated how big of a crowed there’d be and Jason had overestimated how comfortable he’d be. He was shooting nervous glances at all the visitors and kept reaching into his pocket where he was keeping a Batarang Bruce pretended not to know of. The few galas and parties at the manor Jason had handled exceptionally well so far, but they’d been in his comfort zone. If everything got to much, Jason had the possibility to retreat to his room.
Here this wasn’t exactly a possibility. They were in a foreign building - though Bruce had drilled the floor plan into Jason’s mind before leaving - surrounded by the wealthy who suddenly lost all politeness towards Jason now that they weren’t in a Wayne owned building.
“She said she’s already here. Somewhere near the spring works,” Bruce relayed the message he’d gotten from her.
Eliza Young was a young, but talented artist he was sponsoring on Jason’s request. She had been tutoring him for his first months at the Academy and was one of the few rich kids that hadn’t looked down on Jason. One of her works had gotten accepted in the new art exhibition, therefore Jason had wanted to accompany Bruce even though he had been given the option to stay at home.
“Isn’t that right across- ouch!”
Jason rubbed his elbow and turned his head just far enough to glare daggers in the person who had run into him.
Bruce sighed. “Alright that’s it.”
He pocketed his phone away and reached for Jason. With practiced ease he picked the boy up and set him on his shoulders.
“Bruce!” Jason hissed. “What are you doing?”
“Getting myself a better outlook. Now, can you spot her?”
Jason tried to ignore the stares and focused on his mission instead. Doing this with his Robin mindset made it easier.
“There,” he finally said after a few minutes. “End of the room, near the exit. She’s talking about her art I think - it’s really pretty. Not at all like the boring sculptures in the last room.”
Jason’s voice was full of disgust and Bruce didn’t even try to hide his amusement. The sculptures had been pretty boring. There was nothing really interesting about a broom covered in honey.
“Don’t laugh, you know I’m right!”
“Of course you are, Jay.”
Jason harrumphed. “Are you gonna let me down now?”
“No,” Bruce replied. “I need my guide. End of the room, was it?”
Jason sighed dramatically, then leaned a little forward so he could rest his chin on Bruce’s head. With his right hand, he pointed straight ahead.
