Jason joining the Waynes at public outings but in disguise after he’s reconciled with the family is so funny to me. Bruce gets drunk as fuck at a gala and is publicly bemoaning about how much he mourns his second son while Jason is dressed as a bartender shaking a cocktail shaker behind the bar nearby just. staring daggers at him.
Gothamite: poor brucie is having such a tough night, can we get him another drink please???
Damian, sat cross-legged on the bar with a J2o in hand: he’s cut off.
‘bartender’ Tason Jodd: no he can have one.
Dick, also leaning on the bar: why, what are you gonna do to it?
Tim, spinning around on a bar stool: he’s been putting salad cream into the drinks of people that piss him off. it’s great.
Jason, humming: honestly fuck being a crime lord, this is my calling.
Bruce, from the other side of the room wailing: GOD, WHY, HE WAS SO YOUNG-!
Jason: i might put salad cream AND hoisin sauce in this one.
Tim: i usually don’t like these galas but i’m having such a great time right now.
Damian: family bonding is much different here than it was back in the league…
Jason: only because Ra’s never fucking noticed when we messed with his drinks. old fucking bitch. no taste buds left.
Tim: *wheeeing as he spins around*
Dick: have you been giving him fucking alcohol?
Jason, shrugging: i mean yeah, why not? i’m drunk.
Dick: bOTH OF YOU ARE UNDERAGE-!?!!?
Jason: at least i didn’t let Damian have any.
Damian: you did offer me a puff of your cigarette though.
Tim: *falls off his bar stool*