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Jason woke up choosing violence today, he was just so fucking bored, the bats were still annoying and he was going to be forced to attend to the next gala in a few months.
He wants to blow up the gala whenever he attends, he hates participating in these, but Bruce keeps pushing him to be part of it, so he can be seen as part of the family by the public.
Todd would get bored out of his mind when the day arrived…unless he spiced things up, that is, he grins manicaly, what could he do that would make Bruce break his character?
Ohhhh, he knows some people have a theory that Batman is Bruce’s sugar daddy, he is pretty sure the whole family knew about that but didn’t mention it to their father to spare him the embarrassment.
An idea formulated in his mind, he could commission an erotic painting of Batman and Bruce and throw Superman in the mix just because.
“I could ask Damian to paint it, but I do not wish to subject him to the horrors my mind comes up with" He muttered to himself.
Jason couldn't shake off the mischievous grin that played on his lips as he hatched his plan. He reached for his phone, scrolling through his contacts until he found the perfect person for the job - his old friend Lucia, a talented artist with a penchant for pushing boundaries. They hadn't spoken in a while, but Jason was confident that Lucia would be up for the challenge.
Dialing her number he is delighted when she picks up immediately.
“Yo Jay, it’s been a while mate!”
“Hey, Luci, how have you been?”
“Doing fine, finished college, have a job now, but hey I don’t think you just called me to hear me talk about myself, right? No offense but it sounds like you want something from me”
“No worries, I know I haven’t called in a while, I would like to catch up later, but you’re right, I want something from you” Jason took a deep breath, he was really doing this. “Do you still paint?”
“Oh absolutely, why? Wanna commission me something?”
“Yup, how do you feel about painting a huge ass erotic renaissance painting of Batman, Bruce Wayne and Superman making out passionately for 20.000 dollars?”
“You...you’re serious?”
“Yup”
“....oh man I’m in, this is too funny and too much money for me to not do it, are you going to put it somewhere?”
“Gonna showcase it at the next Wayne’s Gala”
“Oh God, this is going to be amazing, I’m not even going to sign it, I don’t want Batman, Wayne or Superman after my ass”
“No need to worry I will receive the painting and donate it anonymously, tell it’s a gift from someone who admires Bruce” Jason says, already imagining the chaos it would cause.
“I have three months to finish this then, so I better start working on it, God I’m so glad I live alone in times like these I don’t think I would be able to explain this to anyone if they saw me painting this”
Jason and Lucia talk details for a few minutes, sharing ideas for the pose and the expressions and how much nudity would be shown, they both were really into it as they spoke, Lucia was going to spend a lot of time on this painting, Jason even gave her a bit of extra money when he saw the sketches she did and approved.
Sometimes being a crime lord and rich was worth it.
Jason, reveling in the anticipation of his little stunt, couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction as the date of the gala approached. The night finally arrived, and Wayne Manor was transformed into a glamorous venue for the city's elite. The Wayne family, blissfully unaware of Jason's scheme, mingled with guests and enjoyed the evening.
The pièce de résistance, hidden behind a velvet curtain, awaited its grand reveal. Jason, wearing a subtle smirk, watched from a distance as the murmurs and whispers began to circulate through the crowd. As the curtain was drawn back, the room fell into an awkward hush.
There, in all its audacious glory, was Lucia's creation – Batman, Superman and Bruce Wayne caught in an intimate moment, Bruce and Batman were locked in a passionate kiss, Batman’s hands being busy with holding Bruce’s chin and his very accentuated naked ass, while Superman was clinging to Bruce’s thighs, hands going near the man’s crotch, a face of betrayal as if yearning for the same attention the two men were giving each other. It didn’t help that both Batman and Superman were wearing slutty versions of their costumes.
The sheer shock and disbelief on the faces of the Wayne family and their esteemed guests were priceless.
Damian stood there with wide eyes, not entirely sure how to process the intricate details of the artwork. He found himself in awe of the artistic skill that went into capturing the forbidden moment; he wondered if he could ever replicate such details in his own paintings.
Tim, not known for easily losing his composure, dropped his drink in shock. His eyes widened, and he struggled to find words as he stared at the unconventional masterpiece, this…this was something he never thought he would ever see and now that he has seen it he wants to stab his own eyes.
Stephanie was openly gaping at the painting, her eyes watering, was it from horror? Was it from utter awe? Who knows but she can’t…she just can’t look away.
Cassandra, always in tune with body language, shot a quick glance towards Jason who just raised his drink with a smirk. Her eyes betrayed a hint of amusement, and she barely managed to suppress a laugh, her hand covering her mouth.
Barbara seized the opportunity to capture the chaos, discreetly snapping pictures of the reactions around the room. She also took several pictures of the painting itself knowing the piece would meet a burning end after this.
Dick let out an incredulous laugh, they couldn’t tell if his manic laughter was out of nervousness or if he really thought this was funny, but he was laughing so hard he was wheezing and doubling over as Barbara patted him on the back when he started to choke on his own spit.
Even Alfred struggled to maintain his composure, he blinked slowly, staring at the painting feeling lost.
And then there was Bruce Wayne, the usually stoic man, looked fucking horrified, his face was so red that people around him were worried he would explode from sheer embarrassament. The billionaire, normally unflappable, found himself at a loss for words as he attempted to maintain a semblance of composure and failed miserably.
He looked like he wanted to jump off of a window.
The embarrassment etched on Bruce's face deepened as he became acutely aware of the curious glances and suppressed laughter around him. He cleared his throat, attempting to regain control of the situation, but the damage had been done.
He felt like crying when a woman asked about his 'polyrelationship' with Batman and Superman and saying how daring it was to announce it like this at the gala...she was really supportive as she started to speak about love in quantity.
Amidst the chaos, Jason discreetly sipped his drink in the corner, relishing the chaos he had unleashed. He reveled in the uproar, the scandalized gasps, and the hurried attempts to cover the artwork. It was a spectacle that would go down in Wayne gala history.
Meanwhile Lucia was home watching the chaos though the social media, and counting her well deserved money.
And if nobody from the bats could look at Bruce without wanting laugh or cry as their minds had flashbacks of the gala for months that's a even bigger win.