People in elegant dresses and expensive tuxes chatted around the room as drinks and hors d'oeurves were held on silver trays that waiters carried to different guest. The host of the event, Bruce Wayne, talked with the high class people as his ward, Richard Grayson-Wayne, used his charisma and boyish charm as he talked to older guests and the younger ones as well.

Richard delivered the punch line to his joke causing all the girls around his age, all older and in tight dresses, to giggle and comment about how funny and witty he was. The young boy noticed his father motion for him to come next to him, most likely to introduce him to another business executive, Richard smiled at the girls and thanked them before he excused himself to go see his father. One older busty blonde girl, Athena-Andrea-Alexandra-Ally ya Ally, commented that she hoped he would stop back by later, Richard nodded and said it would be his honor as he grabbed her hand a placed a ghost of a kiss on it, causing her to turn bright red and giggle like an idiot.

Richard walked over to Bruce, who wrapped an arm around him and introduced him to the head of the French Wayne Corp branch, Jerome Mignot. The young teen shook the older man's hand and did the usual good little boy routine. The young boy felt his wrist and inside pocket vibrate, he instantly knew what it was and kindly excused himself from the conversation.

Dick rushed out of the room and into a small closet. While being as silent as possible he pulled his sleeve up and checked his wrist communicator. Pulling up the information he skimmed over it before pulling out an earplug and listening to the recording that was brought up. His blue eyes widened as he quickly began typing into his keyboard. Not tonight, not him, not them!

Dick closed the screen and quickly left the closet before speed walking up to his mentor. Why hadn't he gotten a notification? Dick stood looking at Bruce and as kindly as possible tried to get his attention. "Excuse me for a minute," Both men looked down at the younger boy. "but I need to talk to my father in privet." Dick explained, his voice lightly laced with urgency.

"Hold on a moment, Richard, Monsieur Mignot and I were discussing the corporation upgrades." Bruce flashed a smile toward his guest. Yes, of courses, business comes first at these kinds of things. Dick suppressed his desire to drag the man away and explain to him what he had just found out.

"But Br-Father," Father, always father at these events. "It's importan-"

"Richard," His voice was stern and silencing, the final word.

Dick bit his lip, his wrist vibrated and he clasped his right hand over his wrist. They were on the edge of the property, this couldn't wait. His wrist vibrated again, they were on the property. Why wasn't Bruce being notified?

Dick squeezed his wrist as he decided it was necessary, and the only option left. He released his own wrist and grabbed Bruce's and faced Monsieur Mignot. "I'm terribly sorry, but this can't wait." Dick explained as he pulled Bruce away from the man and out of the crowd and closer to the front entrance. Bruce was livid, Dick could tell by the racing pulse in the older man's wrist and from his instincts. But he could deal with that later they were almost here and the police wouldn't be able to stop them.

The boy stopped and turned to face his dad. Shit, Bruce was past mad, and pissed, and livid, he was giving him the freaking mega-Bat-glare. "What is the meaning of this?"

Dick almost though he shouldn't tell Bruce-no, no he had to. "Joker's escaped from Arkham-"

"The police can handle it and Batman would have been notified."

"I was notified!" Dick harshly whispered. "I don't know why you weren't."

"No, my comm. would have-" Bruce placed his right hand on the left side of his chest where his comm. unit would rest and cursed. He opened his jacket and tried to find the piece of technology.

"The police over heard Joker and Harley say that they wanted to go to a party." The older man let out another swear. Damn it, he switched jackets at the last minute. "Bruce listen!" Dick demanded. Bruce looked down at his son with angry eyes; Dick knew that they weren't directed necessarily at him but more so out of frustration towards himself. "Joker and Harley were over heard wanting to go to a party and they're on their way-"

Dick was cut off as the main door burst open with a loud bang, all the guest turned to see the commotion, all seeing Joker and Harley, wearing large grins, standing at the door way. "Don't worry party people, the entertainment and life of the party is here!"

"Yay! Go Mister J!" Harley cheered and clapped for him.

Bruce and Dick both stared at the two intruders, well more like Bruce glared. "-here." Dick breathed. The Joker flashed his yellow teeth and walked into the room, slamming and locking the large doors behind him.

HoKay so...

I'm so sorry if its kinda bad I don't hate me for my awful grammar and spelling!

This chapter is super short but that's to set the background and all the other ones will be longer so enjoy

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