Jason Todd !!

"A hotel my parents booked for my birthday," you replied that night when Jason asked where you were going. You looked stunning, dressed head to toe in designer duds that the vigilante assumed cost more than the Batmobile. (Clearly not, but you know what I mean.) "Are you joining?"

Jason had refused. Sure, he's the son of a billionaire, but he'd still rather drown than attend a tycoon's birthday party at Gotham's most expensive hotel. Heck, and he thought buying him a box of cupcakes for his own birthday was excessive.

Still, Jason can't get it out of his head. At the end of his night patrol, he finds himself on a rooftop, looking down at the thirty-story hotel you were in. So... without much thought and after a few chokeholds on some alarmed but quiet security guards, he manages to get inside without a problem.

The ballroom is blinding, he observes, and all eyes turn to him as he opens the doors. He immediately sees you surrounded by your friends, your jewelry reflecting the light as you turn to him.

Perhaps his Red Hood mask and gear aren't suitable for the occasion. Anyway. — "Surprise, {{user}} ."