Shattered Glass

Jubilation

The party was well underway when Jack found himself on the grand staircase. The tree was still up, silver and white replaced with black and golds. He looked up at the beautiful fairy lights and streamers scattered along the ceiling. He descended into the crowd, slipping around people and making his way to where Bruce was standing, chatting with some older looking men.

"Sorry I'm late," Jack hummed as he slipped an arm around Bruce's own, leaning in to the larger man.

"Jack!" Bruce's smile still didn't quite reach his eyes, but it was real enough to fool the rest of the world, "Don't worry about it, I was just speaking with some of the board members."

"Charmed, gentlemen," Jack smiled, "I'm going to go raid the buffet, need anything?"

"Make sure Jason hasn't eaten all the sweets," Bruce laughed. Jack snickered as he stepped away, New Years was in full swing, much more relaxed than the Christmas Party, with enough alcohol to knock out half the city and more food than what Jack has ever seen in his life. He ran his fingers through the soft blond wig he wore and was careful not to smear the expertly set makeup that hid his pale face.

Christmas had been an uproar after he and Bruce had walked down those stairs arm in arm, their faces now plastered all over the papers and sleazy magazines. There were rumors that Bruce had picked him up from some exotic country and brought him home during his time 'off grid' and some say that Jack was some gold digger that Bruce was playing around with. Jack had been called worse and just let it all run off his back with a laugh, both men using the papers as kindling for the bedroom fireplace. They had turned away interviews for the past week, Bruce saying that he just wanted to spend the holidays with his family and that his new charge needed some time to adjust, he didn't want to start any more drama by letting in the media.

Jason had also become front page news, not only did Bruce get himself a boyfriend but also a new kid, and a wild one at that. Tonight Jason was dressed in a sweater and dark wash jeans, he refused to wear anything more formal, which was earning him some stares from what should be his peers. He was cleaned up and his hair trimmed, the red roots beginning to peek through the black dye. The teen was currently picking through every dish on the buffet, his plate filled with meats, cheeses and fruit. Jack was glad the boy hadn't shoved all the sweets in his mouth, but that didn't mean he should squirrel away whatever food he could find.

"Are we starving you again?" Jack asked, laughing when Jason whirled around with an apple in his mouth.

"There is just so much," Jason said around the apple, taking a bite to finish his sentence "I want to try all of it."

"Of course you do," Jack said "But that doesn't mean you have to eat it all within the span of an hour, it's not going anywhere."

Jason pouted and stepped away from the table, Jack understood the extreme want for the lavish food when all you had for a living was scraps and cheap take out. They had been spoiled once they were a part of the Wayne family, within a couple weeks they went from french fries and burgers in run down diners to steak dinners in lavish restaurants. Jason got a full wardrobe with enough hoodies to cloth all of Gotham and Jack himself had gotten a few new token items himself, dressed in sharp suits and soft shirts. They were both enjoying the luxury, but there were moments that had them wondering how long it would last.

Jack let Jason wander away to his own devices and made his way back to Bruce's side, fluke of champagne in his hand and a plate of snacks in the other. He hip bumped Bruce with a cheeky smile and offered him his treats, only to move them out of reach when the man tried to grab them.

"Tease," Bruce accused "Share."

"Nope," Jack laughed, setting his flute expertly on the center of the plate and started picking at it, popping an olive in his mouth and smacking his lips with a giggle. Bruce just laughed at his antics, reaching out and snagging a cracker off his plate while wrapping an arm around his waist to bring him back in close. Jack smiled when he felt lips on his cheek and let the blush color his face, not that it would show much through his makeup but that wasn't the point. Having Bruce's arms around him was comfortable, that sensation of belonging was a new addiction that he didn't want to get over.