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The air was buzzing with movement as people meandered about. It was stuffy. That black suit and tie bullshit that Jason really never found himself comfortable in. But even still, Jason found himself giving a small smile as he watched his people work. Haven had been hired to cater this big event for some richie-rich high-end family. And as always, Jason had his employees provide service on top of food. No way was he letting unknowns pass his shit around. Rogues love these fancy shindigs too much for Jason to be comfortable with just passing it all over and turning away. Besides...

Jason smiled more as he looked over at these two men carefully placing a large chocolate dragon statue onto a special freezer table. He liked to see everyone's expressions when they get a look at his creations. There were other deserts... little pastries and cakes littered about the dragon like a treasure horde of golden sweets.

It had been a while since he was hired for such a large project. He was grateful for the chance to show off. Even if the chance came with the unfortunate forced black tie event he was made to be in company for.

"Yo! Boss!" Jason frowned as he slowly looked up to see a man standing there seemingly wanting to burn the very clothes he was wearing to ash... with himself inside them. Their typically curly flaming red hair was straightened and gelled back into a firm professional fashion. He looked like a monkey in a suit and Jason couldn't help but laugh. "Why the fuck do we work these gigs again?"

"The Thousand dollar payday." Jason replied cooly, leaning back against the air just the slightest bit to give the other a sly smirk. "Hey, at least it's only the every-so-often event for us. These snob-heads have to go to every gala or event, every Chad, Michael, and Murry throw to show off how pompous and rich they are.

"Says the man who runs the top hot-spot Restaurant and Catering business in the Ally. Has made his name not only as the prime artist in the culinary world, as per Gotham standards anyway, but as one of the highest philanthropists in the whole of Gotham city. Not to mention..." Mads gave Jason a look that only made Jason laugh more.

"Yeah, yeah. Don't get yer panties in a bunch, ye Bitch." Jason teased before stopping as he noticed how more guests were starting to arrive. The event was more of a birthday party than anything but Jason didn't really care. It was still stuffy and boring. At least he could use the time to hear any juicy gossip or possible intel. The rich folk were of very loose lips that's for sure. "Now get yer ass movin'. We got a job to do."

"Again... says the main boss man who gets to do nothing but socialize." Jason shot the other a glare making Mads shrug with a knowing smirk. "I don't pity you. Have fun with the monkey fest, JT."

"Mr. Reade." Jason quickly took a breath, letting his mask fall into place, before allowing himself to turn and greet the woman of the hour. She wore an extravagant jeweled golden dress that matched the decor of the room only adding the main theme of her event. It was clear she saw herself as a treasure worthy of the dragons she was so fond of. Let's just hope nothing turns her into a rogue. Jason did not want to find himself on the other end of some dragon-themed villain. It's always the ones with a gimmick.

"Ms. Samson, don't you look exquisite. A true beauty surely you must be jesting." Jason purred his words watching as the older woman blushed and lit up with pride. "There's no way you're a day over twenty."

"Flattery will get you anything, Mr. Reade."

"Like a bonus?" Jason teased earning a soft laugh from the woman who whispered with a flirtatious wink.

"We shall see. And please... call me Maya." Maya handed him a glass of champagne, before looping her arm around his, and gently leading him through the crowd. "I wanted to thank you for such a beautiful display." Maya sang sweetly, as Jason let his eyes dart about the room taking everything in. He could see how his people easily danced about the crowd. He met Mads eyes once, the former giving Jason a firm nod before returning to giving rich snobs their drinks and snacks. Intel gathering at its finest... "Such a majestic creature, with her wings in full flight." Jason lifted a brow hearing the practical swoon in her voice as she leaned further into Jason. Laying it a bit thick on the flirting, hmm? Jason suppressed a roll of his eyes, taking a light sip of his drink before plastering on that trademark 'Wayne-y-boy' smile he never forgot how to do.

"But of course, Maya. A gift deserving of such a spender, that is what you asked for is it not." Maya giggled before giving such a light sigh staring up at the chocolate dragon.

"You have a gift, Mr. Reade. Why must you squander it in... Park Row?" Jason felt heat blooming rage in his chest as he turned to give the woman a confused look, showing none of the anger he felt writhing in him. He knew exactly what she was doing now, and he was not happy. "Oh, come now. Surely you can see your talents are wasted on such a place as that. Why with your looks, talents, and charitable personality, why... you could even beat Ol' Brucie for Prince of Gotham."

"Well, that's high praise indeed." Jason had to focus to keep his tone light and airy, as Maya just tilted her head, letting her golden hair flow over her shoulder and onto Jason's with a smile that clearly showed it was intentional. "I don't believe I am quite to that standard. Bruce Wayne is a man of good fortune."

"Fortune, yes... Brains... not so much." Jason gripped his cup tighter feeling the green blur the edges of his vision just a bit. Relax, Jason... This is exactly what Bruce wanted with his playboy persona.

"Indeed." Jason forced himself to take another sip of his drink shoving all that residual anger down. Jason knew better than to be so defensive of his 'old' family anyway. There was nothing there to even defend. "He is very... oblivious."

"That's to state it mildly." Maya agreed, with a slight hum before spinning around and holding Jason's hands with a bright smile. "But you Mr. Reade... You built your business from the ground up at only 19. Established a well-known and prosperous charity and programs for the people of Park Row, including funding one of the largest orphanages of Gotham-..."

"You've sure done your research, considering I've kept my name out of everything." Maya just laughed, but Jason couldn't help but feel his suspicions rise. Sure Ms. Maya Samson was a civilian. He made sure to check before accepting the job. Still, she knew more about him than he was pleased about.

"You did, that's true. Your business, however... It's not hard to look into everything The Haven is associated with, Mr. Reade. " Jason's eyes twitched but Maya just kept smiling away as if she had caught her own little gem for her horde. "Your talents are wasted in Park Row. You're far too bright to wither away in such filth. If you allow me, I could boost you to far greater tighter heights. Get your name really out there for everyone to notice you." Maya winked as she glanced off to the side making Jason frown and follow her gaze. He should have expected it really. There was Bruce Wayne smiling away as he schmoozed the shit out of the high-end fuckers that no one really gives a shit about but is still forced to interact with. "Maybe even get Brucie Wayne to take notice... or at the least knock him down a peg."

"Now, Ms. Samson..." Maya's smile faltered a bit at the name as Jason gave her a small smile and a very knowing look. "It almost sounds as if you want to snatch me up."

"Well, I will admit having such a bright youth working with me would be beneficial for the both of us." Both of them... Jason groaned internally at the thought. The high-end families were nothing but vultures. Jason was going to have to watch himself more now if people were starting to take notice. He's had many big names take an interest in his food and sculpture but the last thing he needed would be the spotlight on him himself. He had thought his anonymous actions would keep the general public from looking too deeply but he supposed even the smallest fly can dredge up information if they have enough connection.

"Are you sure you just don't like the prospect of getting your name on The Haven?" Jason's tone gave the ascension of humor but the look in his eyes was a clear warning making Maya blank a bit on any sort of answer. "Well, as flattering as the thought is, Ms. Samson, I'm afraid you give me too much credit. I just run a restaurant. I provide catering and yes... I do create my edible sculptures but that is hardly anything to boast about. My participation in the outreach programs is nothing more than that. Participation in the programs of my city. I am nothing overtly special nor am I deserving of such warm praise."

"You humble yourself, Mr. Reade." was all Maya said as Jason handed her back the now-empty glass of champagne with a small smile. "You could be doing so much more than that rinky-dink hole in the slums."

"That Rinky-dink hole in the slums is my pride and joy, Ms. Samson and I am very proud of what I've accomplished. I'm afraid I'm just not ready to part with her just yet. I don't see myself leaving anytime soon." Maya sighed, waving it all off as if unimportant, but Jason could see the frustration clear as day in each twitch of her eye.

"Pity. Gotham would have surely benefited greatly from you, but I suppose the citizens of Park Row will be the only ones to reap the gifts of your presence. " Jason couldn't help his smirk as he brushed Maya's golden hair back.

"Believe me, Dear... You could do better than a born and bread kid from Crime Alley." Her eyes shot wide as Jason gave her a wink. "Now, I must be off. Can't be selfish and steal all of your time, now can I?"

"Of course not." Maya laughed watching as Jason turned away with a wave. "I'll be seeing you, Mr. Reade."

"Please..." Jason lulled with a knowing look as he shot her back one last smile. "Call me Jasper."

"So be it... Jasper." Maya smirked before walking away herself, letting Jason meander on his own.

Jason held in his growl as he tried to get himself to calm down. He always hated all those prissy fucks. They always thought they were better than everyone. Always talked shit about the alley and thought her people were literal trash. Of course, someone would try and pull him away from it, like that would ever happen.

"You good, Boss?" Jason groaned, letting his annoyance slip into his expression for just a second, hearing the slight sigh from the man beside him. "Yeah, I figured. Noticed the Broad practically hanging off of you."

"She was trying to recruit me." Jason let himself smile a small bit over the startled laugh Mads made just at the thought. "Yeah. I know right."

"Fucking Bristol Bitches." Jason chuckled as he lightly punched Mads in the arm with a shake of his head.

"Don't worry. Not fucking going anywhere. Crime Alley is in my blood." Mads gave a firm nod, eyes shimmering with determined loyalty before Jason just sighed and looked around at all his people again. "We still got a while before we can blow this joint. Keep your nose down and ears open."

"You got it, Boss." Mads beamed as he started to move away with a smirk. "You just keep yourself from being kidnapped by those bloody cougars." Jason sighed, rolling his eyes and shaking his head.

"Get back to work, Micheal Madson."

"As you wish, Jasper Reade." Jason's smirk only grew watching Mads disappear in the crowd again, before taking a deep breath. Just a few more hours and they could go. Just a few more hours. He could do this. Just mingle and gather intel. You got this, Jason.

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Bruce stared up at the large towering dragon sculpture in flight, lost in thought. He supposed he had Damian to thank for it really. Because of his youngest child's interest in the Arts, it's got him to stop, think, and even appreciate things more than he had to before. It was quite astounding. It all was really. Bruce had eaten a few of the cakes since his arrival. He never really liked to eat too much, not wanting to risk getting sick. However, he did find it a bit hard not to just grab another whenever he found himself finished with whatever he managed to snag from the tables. If it wasn't for the fact that Bruce knew Ms. Samson had hired an outside business for catering, he would have almost been worried. Ms. Samson has never done anything to warrant any true suspicion just yet but she was very greedy and driven. She was willing to do more underhanded tactics to get what she wants, even if she hasn't done anything outright illegal as of yet. Still...

Bruce grabbed a small truffle cake, picking the truffle from the top and plopping it in his mouth without even thinking, as he just continued to stare up at the large mystifying creature on display. Each pastry and cake was glimmering in golds, silvers, and colors as if gems and coins littered about the glimmering nest of the glorious dragon. As if the deserts were its horde. Bruce tilted his head noticing the shimmering paint of the dragon's scales. Whoever made this put a lot of effort into it. There was a great deal of attention to the details. Bruce couldn't help but wonder who did it. It wasn't the first time he'd seen a sculpture like this. Though normally gala's and events tended to have ice sculptures as their attention piece. These were fully painted masterpieces but Bruce could never figure out what they were even made out of.

"Beautiful isn't it?" Bruce's eyes darted over to see the young lady beside him, a pink blush that matched her pink sundress. "Mom had it commissioned for today's event. She wanted something that could signify her fiercely protective nature of that which is hers. I think the artist did an amazing job."

"It's beautiful." The woman laughed softly giving Bruce a light look.

"It's completely edible." Bruce's eyes shot wide as the woman just nodded. "Mr. Reade of Haven's Catering made it to the centerpiece of all the deserts. Each and every little thing on this table, minus the dishes, of course, are entirely edible." The woman plucked a small ruby-looking gem from the table before biting into it with a bright grin. It crumbled apart easily like a candy-coated cookie. "It looks like a work of art, but it's made of chocolate and sugar."

"Mr. Reade, you said?" Bruce just kept staring at the dragon lost in thought.

"Jasper Reade, the proprietor of The Haven in Park Row, as well as the founder of all of the Alley Haven Outreach Programs. He's this big up-and-comer my mothers hoping to sweet talk into joining the company." The way her voice sounded amused made Bruce quirk a brow at her. She just rolled her eyes with a shrug. "Mr. Reade is Park Row's most impactful supporter. The likelihood he would sign over or give up on any of his projects is none existent. He's young, which is what drew Mother's attention in the first place, but he's fierce and loyal. He won't leave the Ally without good reason."

"Why is she so interested-..."

"Mr. Wayne, everything here at this party has been either made or brought in by Haven's Catering. The whole event has been planned out with the help of Mr. Reade. Those cakes you've been eating... they're all made by hand by him. Rumor has it that Mr. Reade does EVERYTHING himself. Mother's dying for some young blood full of pure potential." The woman stopped for a bit, just looking Bruce up and down before smiling wider and holding her hand out. Bruce frowned but took it anyway making the other laugh. "The name's Thaila Samson. The eldest daughter of Mayalane Samson... the woman of honor to today's precious event."

"You don't sound pleased." Thaila laughed with an angry look in her eyes, grabbing the closest drink she could before downing it all.

"Oh, no. I just love hearing about how my mother wants to steal Mr. Reade away and mold him into a possible heir to the Samson line. Despite the fact that I've been training to run the company since I was in diapers." Thalia sighed running her hand through her hair to release the tension. "In all honesty, Mr. Wayne. I don't think Mother will succeed much regarding Mr. Reade. That being said, he is a master at his craft and the more people know about him, the farther his reach will be. He's trying to help the people of Park Row, just as you try to help Gotham, yourself."

"Maybe I should snatch him before your mother does?" Bruce was kidding, of course, just trying to play the part. Even still he couldn't help but wonder. If what Thaila said was true, the ability and resources to not only cater but plan out an event of this scale were immense. Thaila just smiled, patting him softly on the shoulder as she started to walk away.

"Maybe you should, Mr. Wayne." She purred softly passing her empty champagne glass over to him with a chuckle. "Maybe you should."

"Jasper Reade, hmm?" Bruce let the information run through his mind as he finally turned away from the dragon to look out into the crowd. "I'll have to look into him."

"Papa!" Jason whipped around without the slightest thought, dropping all the boxes in his hands, in favor of catching the dark blur that suddenly sprung out at him from the shadows. Jason's eyes lit up as the little girl hugged him tightly with a giggle. "Papa, you're back!"

"I am." Jason chuckled as he brushed back her long ombre blue-green hair. It had been a spur-of-the-moment thing. A decision full of impulse and spontaneity, but it was hers and it helped her to feel better, so Jason didn't care. He gently let the girl down watching as she spun around him watching as everyone brought everything in. "Robyn...

"Yes, Papa?" Jason shook his head with a fond smile, messing with her hair before nudging her off towards the back.

"Why don't you go help Mads put everything away? Ok, Little Wing." Robyn beamed, nodding quickly, before racing off to find Mads.

"She is a fiery one isn't she, your daughter." Jason's smile only grew as he looked back to see two of his employees just laughing away. "Always manages to brighten the room."

"She does have that way about her, doesn't she?" Jason sighed as he carefully picked up the boxes, thankful nothing had broken, not that he would have cared much. "Come one, we need to get everything back inside before it gets too late."

"Is it a Red night?" Jason paused, making the two men stop cold, fidgeting slightly in place.

"Nah." Jason finally said before moving again. "Nah, figured we've been busy enough as it is. Red can wait, huh?"

"Sure, Boss..." Jason just shook his head as he walked into the back ignoring the other two who laughed behind him. "...whatever you say.

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"Welcome home, Master Bruce." Bruce groaned as he let the door close behind him. "I assume all went well then?"

"Remind me why I must attend them again?" Alfred just chuckled following after as Bruce made his way to the Batcave. "How are the boys?"

"Nightwing and Robin are currently out on patrol, having left not that long ago. Red Robin should be on his way back home from his mission. His arrival is estimated between tomorrow and Thursday. Miss Cassandra called earlier tonight, she said she would call again later knowing you would be up still. She seems to be doing splendidly as of this moment. And Oracle is currently trying to keep a very rambunctious Spoiler from throwing herself into Crime Alley. According to the young Miss Stephanie, she wanted to see what the 'hype' was about the Red Hood, but Oracle has so far been able to stave off her curiosity."

"And the Hood?" Alfred frowned hearing the dark growl of the man's voice but didn't comment on it.

"There has been no sighting of him tonight thus far." Bruce just nodded, sitting down at the bat computer, with a tense air. Seconds ticked by before Bruce looked back up at the elder man with a soft smile.

"How have things been for you Alfred?" Surprise sparked in the old man's eyes before he just sighed and shook his head. "Alfred..."

"I'm old but not decrepit. I am still able to manage the household just fine even at my age." Bruce's soft smile didn't fade even with the slight twitch of his eye. "I'm perfectly capable-..."

"How have things been for you today, Alfred?" Bruce asked again earning a pointed glare from the elder.

"Things have been ok, for the most part. I managed to do some cleaning to occupy my time before your return. I do not understand your concern." Bruce just chuckled softly as he turned back to the computer, deciding it was best to start on his tasks before his thoughts got muddled with other urgent things.

"I am aware of your will and strength, Alfred. It has simply come to mind that maybe having an extra hand to help with household duties would help. You are but one man. And although you do such a perfect job, there is only so much one man is capable of, and I worry." Alfred's eyes soften as Bruce's tone went a bit quiet. "Especially with all we do... with Gotham and the Justice League. You do so much for us Alfred all on your own. Why is it so wrong that I'd want to find you some help."

"I do not need it, Master Bruce. Besides..." Alfred smiled, eyes glimmering with a teasing humor. "Who else besides me can handle this family?"

"Oh I'm sure we can find someone..." Bruce paused, mind seemingly hiccuping as he was brought back to earlier's event. "I might have someone already in mind. I heard of a young man with a lot of potential. I must say I was quite impressed with all he accomplished with the event alone."

"Oh, dear..." Alfred teased, only making Bruce laugh more.

"Oh don't worry, Alfred. I wouldn't just hand him your job." Bruce shook his head with a fond smile seeing the obvious look Alfred was giving him. "He'd mostly just take over cooking, maybe help with other chores. Just to give you less to have to focus on. You know... help."

"As you wish, Sir." Alfred sighed, knowing it wasn't likely that Bruce was going to let it go. "I assume your reason for staying in and not going on patrol right now is so that you may research this young man?"

"Well, It wasn't my original plan to offer a job." Bruce shook his head getting a bit lost in thought. "It was just something I heard tonight. I wanted to look into him is all. But with an idea now in place, it would imperative to learn all I can." Alfred watched as Bruce seemed to tune completely into the screen, barely even blinking or looking away for a second.

"Would you like me to bring you down some dinner then, Master Bruce?" Bruce barely twitched at the question making Alfred narrow his eyes. "Master Bruce?"

"Yes, Alfred, that would be great. Thank you."

"As you wish, Sir." Alfred let out a breath, running his hand through his silvery white hair before turning away. "Just make sure you take a break after some time, Master Bruce. You don't want to strain your eyes."

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"Wait, she really did that?" Jason hummed in agreement as he went about his kitchen. He liked having someone to talk to while he cooked or baked. It helped to make him not feel so alone, even if it was only a voice coming through the speakers around the room from a phone call. "I really don't understand all those Richie-Rich Bitches."

"Roy, I don't think anyone does." That rich laugh tumbled out of the speakers again making Jason smile as he finished a batch of muffins. "I don't even think Bruce or Ollie understands them either and they were born into that High Society bullshit."

"Forgetting about the bitch who tried to seduce you into becoming her employee... You got any new orders lined up?" Jason rolled his eyes as he turned back to his baking. Sure he had employees who could help him with the cooking, and they usually did, but Jason enjoyed having his own kitchen, separate from the others, where he could spend the day making whatever he wanted. Right now He was experimenting to find a new muffin recipe.

"Not really. I mean, Clark asked for another order of his usual but Ms. Samson was the last one I had lined up for awhile." Jason frowned as the door was suddenly opened, revealing Mads standing there with this look in his eyes that made Jason pause. "Hey, Roy? I'm going to have to call you back."

"Yeah of course, Just keep me posted on Clark. That man just can't ever say he likes the guy can he?" Jason chuckled with a small shake of his head.

"Bye, Roy." There was a chirped-out 'bye' before the line was cut dead, as Jason quickly washed his hands, shooting a look towards the other. "What's going on Mads?"

"You have a visitor, Boss." Jason frowned in confusion seeing the look Mads had.

"Who is it?" There was a scent in the air that sparked something down Jason's spine. His eyes darkened as it pulled at him. A soft scent of fire and smoke... his mind flashing to nights sitting in front of the fireplace, book in hand, drawing his mind in. "No..."

"He asked for you specifically." Jason cursed under his breath, metal and cheap cigarette smoke filling the air, and making him choke on the scent of his own emotions. Mads eyes went wide seeing the other's fear. "I can tell him to leave."

"No!" Jason froze, eyes a bright toxic green. "No. I knew this would happen eventually. It's ok. I'll handle it."

"You sure, Jay?" Jason nodded, forcing himself to pull himself together. He was Jason Todd. He was Robin, the Boy Wonder. He was the Red Hood, Savior of Crime ally. He was Aladhi la yamut of the League of Assassins... The One Who Does Not Die. He can handle this.

He can handle this.

Jason brushed the flour off his hands before putting his apron up on the wall. He quickly shared a look with Mads before making his way out to the front of the restaurant. He knew all he had to do was say the word and everyone in the restaurant would move to defend him if it was needed. But he also knew the likelihood he was there to cause trouble was slim to none. He could do this.

"Father, I do not understand why we must bother with such actions. Pennyworth has told you he needn't require any support at this time." Jason hesitated hearing the familiar young voice that pushed the relaxing scent of spice and the warmth and weight of a young body held comfortingly against his chest. He could practically feel those little fingers curling up tight around his shirt as if to hold him in a death grip and never let go.

"It's not that I think Alfred cannot do his job still, Damian. It is simply that any help at all could be helpful. Alfred is getting on in his years. We shouldn't force him to continue on as he has always done alone if there's any way we can ease the load." Jason took a deep breath before pushing through the doors, finding Bruce Wayne standing there off to the side, as to not block the counter, and staring up at the large menu up on the wall. "You have to admit The Haven is quite the place, isn't it? It's a cafe for anyone in a rush, just wanting to come in for a quick grab and a coffee before leaving again. It's a restaurant for people who want to sit and relax allowing for a calming ambiance that most places in the area do not have. And it is also a catering service for people who want Haven service at their own events. It's quite the business."

"I do hope you aren't wanting to buy it from me." Jason noticed the way Bruce's eyes narrowed a bit in surprise at his sudden voice. Bruce placed a hand on Damian's shoulder, in a way that to others might seem protective, but Jason could tell was more to keep Damian from lashing out since it was obvious neither had heard Jason approach. "Because unfortunately, I am not looking to sell. The Haven is more than just a business to me you see." Jason made sure he had on his proper 'Wayne' smile, even if it was Bruce he was talking to, as he held his hand out for the older to shake. "Jasper Todd-Alan Reade, Mr. Wayne. I must admit, it is a surprise to see you here."

"It's certainly been a pleasant experience so far. And don't mind me, I was simply commending you on the idea and of your success, is all. I am happy to see something being able to flourish in this area. The help you've been able to provide The Ally is astounding, especially for someone as young as you." Jason couldn't help but melt just the smallest bit at the praise, but he held himself firm and refused to show it. He didn't know why Bruce was here after all.

"Well, I'm sure you didn't make your way all the way from Wayne Enterprises from to complement my accomplishments." Bruce nodded understanding that now was the time to be serious. That was always one thing he liked about the 'Brucie' persona. He was flamboyant and just on the edge of too much but he never pushed it. He'd offer polite comments and praises where they were due but never 'sucked up'. And yeah, he was Bruce Wayne, he didn't need to do that. People sucked up to him, not the other way around, but Jason still liked it anyway. It meant that went things got too much when he was younger, he could trust Bruce to get him away from it all without even attempting to stretch it all out to appease the masses. "Why don't you join me in the back, while we talk? Young Damian can try some of the pastries if they want to. Free of charge."

"Thank you, though I am more than willing to pay." Jason just laughed as he led Bruce back towards his personal kitchen. If he was going to have to deal with Bruce, he was going to keep his hands busy.

"I'm sure you can, but it isn't necessary. I'm sure whatever Damian orders won't put a dent in anything. They'll be fine. Anyway..." Jason held the door open, letting Bruce make his way in, whose eyes trailed the professional kitchen and taking everything in. "You wanted to talk?"

"Yes..." Jason hesitated seeing the look Bruce had in his eyes, before quickly shaking himself out of his thoughts and putting his apron back on. He made his way to the oven pulling out the muffins and smiling at how they came out. "I came with a job offer."

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"I came with a job offer." Jason fumbled for a second, before straightening himself out with a slight look, making Bruce chuckle. "I know. My third son made a comment about how it may seem demeaning, given that you are a highly successful businessman yourself. I apologize if that's the case. I assure you I do not mean to discredit you at all. In fact, it is because of your skills I wanted to offer you the job."

"I'm not working for Wayne Enterprises." Jason had to make sure it was known, right off the bat. He was going to be firm on this point. He wasn't going to work for anyone. He worked his ass off to get to where he was now. He wasn't just going to hand it all over to anyone, not even Bruce. "And I'm not handing over rights to the Haven or any part of the Johnson Reformation Projects."

"No. No. I would never ask anything like that of you. I've heard the interviews you've given about all that you've done. I know it's important. No. My job offer is more personal and has nothing to do with WE, I can promise you that." Jason just stared at the older man in disbelief. What was even happening right now? He had assumed that Bruce was here about some sort of event. He knew that the replacement's birthday was coming up and that they usually held a gala for it every year. He wasn't expecting this.

"And what exactly is this offer then? I must admit I am very confused." Bruce simply chuckled watching as Jason absentmindedly tidied up.

"I want you to work for me at Wayne Manor." The sound of crashing erupted in the air as Jason froze stiffly. Warm smoke... the feeling of well-loved paper under his fingertips... soft worn hands against his cheek... chocolate and spice... home.

"I'm sorry." Jason choked trying to pull himself out of the Sense Memories invading his mind. "You want me to what?"

"I would like to hire you on to work as personal staff at the Manor, as well as being hired for events that I would host. However, I would pay you for the events separately from the staffing position." Bruce continued on, and Jason wasn't sure if Bruce was oblivious to the way Jason was spiraling or if he was just ignoring it in true Bruce fashion. There was no way this was actually happening right? "On paper, the position would mostly be an In-house Chef position and event coordinator, but in all honestly the job would have you assisting my current buttler with his tasks."

"Wait. Wait, hold on." Jason's mind was completely spacing. "Is this some sort of rich person hazing?" The question was out of his mouth before he could even really think about it. Bruce just blinked, startled into silence as Jason struggled to get his thoughts in order. "I mean... It's a well-known fact that there hasn't been any staff hired on to the Wayne estate since the passing of Thomas and Martha Wayne. You've even made several comments about it in the past when some stupid reporter started to dig for anything they could ask. And the one staff member you have is even more mysterious than the family itself."

"Well, I wouldn't say that..."

"Pardon my audacity, Mr. Wayne, but I am an Ally Brat and we are not ones to trust easily. I find it highly suspect that after decades of refusing to hire any outside help or additional In-house staffing, you decided randomly that you wanted me as your chef. Especially considering that I do run a multi-million dollar business. I may not be at the level of Wayne Enterprises or even Drake Industries when they were around, but I am a well-known business. And for some reason, you decided that must make me worthy of working at Wayne Manor as your chef and event coordinator?" Jason could tell his voice was harsh. The words tasted like burnt chocolate on his tongue. He wasn't angry. He didn't really understand what was going on to even be angry. But he was confused and a bit miffed over the situation as a whole. He couldn't understand Bruce's thoughts enough to figure out how they got here.

"I understand the confusion." Bruce started, with a slight pinch in his brow. Most might think he was angry but Jason had seen it enough in his past to know it meant Bruce was at a loss for words and didn't know how to convey his thoughts properly. "I had attempted to hire on additional staffing for a while now, however, I could never find people that would work with what I needed. Not only that, of course, but I would be trusting this person with my children's health and wellbeing. I've looked into you and of your achievements for The Ally. Not only are your professional achievements quite astounding, and was what first drew me to consider you, but also your work with the JRP, the way you care for the homeless children of The Ally, and how you've protected those who come to you for help. I have no doubt that you would do well with this position."

Jason just stood there, staring at the elder with a sort of daze in his eyes. Bruce was clearly trying, Jason could see that much, but Bruce was never really one for words. Jason could see, at least a little bit, where Bruce was coming from. Bruce clearly needed to hire on more staff but wasn't trusting enough to just hire someone else. He must have done a thorough background check and with everything Roy, Oliver, and Clark did to make sure his background was airtight, Bruce wouldn't have found anything of concern. Jason, however, was confused as to why this was happening at all. Alfred had never had any issues before. Why would Bruce need to hire someone else now?

"Of course, I can understand not wanting to 'lesser yourself' in regards to working for another. Tim, my third son, told me to reassure you that there would of course be benefits to the position and it would be a flexible position as well-..."

"Look, I'm sure it would be a great opportunity for most people out there, but as I'm sure you're aware of, I have a lot on my plate already. With The Haven, JRP, my sculpting and catering, and all the other things I oversee, I don't have the time to be your personal chef, or second butler, or whatever else you want me to be. And I am not willing to give up any of the things I've created to make it work. I work hard for The Ally and I won't abandon them simply because Brucie Wayne offered me a job. I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to decline."

"I understand." Bruce, though clearly disappointed, never lost his smile as he handed over a small black business card. "I wouldn't ask you to give up anything you've created. You've done wonders for the Ally in a way I would never be able to do myself. However, if you ever do change your mind, feel free to call me or visit me at WE. I'm sure we could come up with something."

"Sure." Jason wanted to growl his frustration out, but he held his tongue. More than likely he would just throw the card away when Bruce was gone. It wasn't like he needed it anyway. He knew Bruce's number by heart. "Well, if that's all?"

"Oh, yes. I'll let you get back to work. I will say though..." Bruce laughed as Jason started to lead him back out to the front where Damian had been waiting. "Those muffins sure do smell amazing. You are quite the master of your craft."

"You flatter me." Jason spoke flatly before finally pushing through the large white doors to find Damian staring at the array of baked goods. They were reading the labels each one had making Jason sigh with a small smile. It had been a while since he'd been able to see them after all. Jason couldn't deny how much he missed them. "Find anything you like." Damian jumped, eyes wide at once again not noticing the approach. Jason knew he was quiet. It had been trained into him and the habit was not one he ever lost. Bruce tried to laugh it off which of course only made Damian flush a bit in embarrassment for getting distracted in the first place.

"I was looking to see if you had any vegan options or vegetarian options so long as the ingredients are ethically sourced." Jason's smile only grew as he nodded and made his way behind the counter. "I wasn't sure what you had available. I tried to ask but I do not think they understood me."

"It's alright, Kid. Most of my employees don't have the information to tell you where everything comes from but I'm willing to give you a list if you ever decide to come back. All of my ingredients are either locally and ethically sourced or homegrown. Though I will admit, I have a running contract with Ms. Isley, who assists in managing a few farms we have outside Gotham limits."

"You work with Poison Ivy?" Jason could see the interest in both Damian and Bruce, as the younger tried to keep up the conversation. Jason could tell it would become another deep dive into his business, for sure, but he was proud of what he was able to do.

"It's a partnership in a way with a contract and everything, even though it might not be exactly legally binding." Jason pulled out a few different kinds of pastries and baked goods and placed them all in a box as he spoke. "She assists with the farms, ensuring that everything is cared for and well enough for consumption. And I assist her with a few environmental reformation and protection programs. We've even started up a few ideas for a protected botanical garden in the ally. Some might not like the idea of Ms. Isley having anything to do with their food but she has been a godsend, really. She's been more than happy to assist especially when I mention that any leftovers on top of the preplanned meals would be going to the pantries for anyone in need to take for free. She even provides extra ingredients to ensure that the street kids specifically get what they need. Anyway..." Jason placed some tape to on the box to keep it sealed before handing it over to the kid. He made sure there was extra since he knew Bruce was going to be testing everything now that Ivy was brought up. "Everything I put in here are all vegan so don't have to worry about that. I've even added a few special donuts since I remember hearing something about Mr. Drake's inclination toward coffee flavors. I'm sure you will all find something you like."

"Thank you, I appreciate the thought." Bruce cut in, drawing Jason's attention to him. He could see Bruce go for his wallet and he wanted to facepalm. Honestly, he just wanted the man to leave. Not that he isn't enjoying seeing Damian again but he didn't have time to deal with all this. He needed to finish up a few more batches of muffins before going and picking up Robyn. "How much do I owe you for-..."

"It's on the house." Bruce faltered as Jason who just shrugged. "Think of it as taste testing. If you like it, you can back and buy more. If you don't, then you can come back and tell me what you think I could do to improve it. Or even offer me ideas for any new pastries or whatever. It's not exactly going to hurt me, so don't worry about it. I'm sure you're a very busy man and must have things to get back to. I know I do."

"Oh... uh, of course. Really, though, I don't mind paying." Jason just blinked before raising his brow in a way he copied from Alfred, making Bruce frown. "Ok, if you're sure."

"I am. Now, I really must get back to work. It's been an interesting visit, to be sure. Damian..." Damian straightened his back with a look that almost made Jason coo at the kid. "It's been a pleasure. I hope you and your siblings enjoy those, but I really must be going."

"Yes, of course, thank you for your time." Jason watched as Bruce and Damian left, eyes trailing after them before he crumbled against the counter.

"You ok, Boss?" Mads spoke softly, a look of concern in his eyes as Jason just groaned. "Want me to do something about them?"

"Oh, absolutely not." Jason laughed, finally pushing himself up and taking a deep breath. "It's ok, Mads. I just wasn't expecting him to come here with a fucking Job offer."

"What?" Jason laughed, seeing the confusion he felt mirrored in the other.

"I know right? It doesn't matter. I turned him down. Anyway, I'm gonna head back and finish the rest of the muffins before heading home. You good for the rest of the day?" Mads just waved him off before practically nudging Jason towards the door.

"Don't worry about me, Boss. You just do what you need. I'll take care of things here. Besides the Little Bird's been dying for another Red Night." Jason rolled his eyes as Mads laughed. "You've got your hands full with her alone."

"She's a good kid." Jason lulled softly, a subtle spark in his eyes. "But you're right, she's worse than Big Bird."