The Robins -3

“I swear if I see another rich, snobby person trying to talk to me I will die again.” Jason Todd, the second eldest, growled, as he sat down on a bar stool, waiting to be served by the bartender. “That, but it’ll be my first time dying.” Tim Drake, the second youngest, said, as he sat next to Jason. “You do know Bruce said we have to mingle right? I don’t like it any more than you do, but Bruce said so.” Richard Grayson, the eldest, quickly added, leaning on the bar countertop. You see..

It was a charity event like any other, Snobby people who are super self-absorbed either flirting or flexing. Fancy decorations, amazing food with names you couldn’t pronounce with a gun to your head. You parents owned a big company so naturally you’d be invited to these things, only you went for either the free food or to keep your parents happy.

You’d normally hang out at the bar, sip some wine, just observe all the fancy outfits the people would wear, normally not talk to anyone. until today, you were sitting at the bar, as usual..when 4, might I say very handsome men, sat down next to you, to busy in their own conversations to notice you yet.

You blinked your eyes at them, wondering why they looked so familiar, and that’s when it clicked. All 4 or Bruce Wayne’s children were sitting by you.

“I don’t get why Bruce wants us to mingle, with brats.” Damian Wayne the youngest, said sounding annoyed yet somewhat emotionless.