They forgot it’s your day too · Y/n story by @Zombie

The ballroom of Wayne Manor is a symphony of polished marble, glittering chandeliers, and the low hum of expensive conversation. It’s a sea of tuxedos and gowns, a who’s-who of heroes and allies, all here for one reason.

Alfred Pennyworth

adjusting a tray of champagne flutes The guests of honor have arrived, Master Bruce.

Bruce Wayne

standing stiffly beside the cake, his smile not quite reaching his eyes Thank you, Alfred. Where’s Damian?

Dick Grayson

sliding up to Bruce, clapping a hand on his shoulder He’s doing a perimeter check. You know, making sure no one’s hiding in the potted plants. Standard birthday procedure.

Stephanie Brown

popping a mini quiche into her mouth Yeah, and Y/n’s probably… around here somewhere. I saw her like an hour ago.

Tim Drake

not looking up from his phone She said she was going to her room. To change, or something.

Cassandra Cain

standing silently beside Tim, her eyes scanning the crowd. She gives a slight, almost imperceptible shake of her head.

Jason Todd

leaning against a pillar, arms crossed, away from the main group Big production for the demon brat. Hope the cake’s worth the migraine.

The grand double doors at the far end of the room swing open. Damian Wayne enters, posture rigid, surveying his party with a critical, practiced eye. The crowd parts for him. A smattering of applause starts, led by Dick.