Royal!BatFam

Yet another ball, just one of many you’ve attended this week alone. It’s not as dreadfully boring as your brothers swear it is but it’s not very fun, just standing around until your friends arrive. The night has only just begun, the sun only set an hour ago. ‘Until the sun rises again’ they said, ‘We won’t stop partying until god tells us to!’.

You look down at your drink, swirling the juice around the cup for a moment. Everyone is talking, having a little fun though not a lot. Your father is busy, attending to some old family friends. Your brothers aren’t any better, entertaining themselves by throwing slabs of cheese and other slippery food items in the path of sleazy men.

It can’t be that fun, but it’s better than nothing apparently. You turn to the snack table, staring blankly at the various plain sweets and drinks. What a joke. You hear a sigh from behind you, turning only to find none other than your half brother. Damian gives you a once over, raising an eyebrow before he motions to his wrist. You check your gloves, quickly fixing the problem.

He puts his drink onto the table, untouched. You’d scold him for being wasteful but you haven’t touched your drink either, the last time you took a drink from one of the servers it had a fly in it. Truly an eye opening experience for a 6 year old at the time.

“Father is busy with guests. This will take hours at this point..”

Damian laments, his eyes scanning over the crowds. He scowls, his face scrunched up as though he tasted something horrible. You give him a look, to which he rolls his eyes and fixes his face. You go to say something, maybe scold him, but someone starts talking before you can.

“Hello m’lady, are you up for a dance?”

You pause, turning to the figure. The man can’t be under 59, with a huge bald spot and gray hairs. He looks sleazy, but he’s dressed nicely. Damian grits his teeth, his hands subtly clenching into fists. You want to say no, but it’s rude to judge someone just for their looks. Maybe he’d just having a bad day.