The Rich Boy

Bonus Chapter - Band AU

Author's Note: So one of my friends was nice enough to create a cute little band AU of this story! This is not canon at all and has no bearing on the story before it, it's just a cute little extra thing I thought you guys might like!

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I'm gonna add this here because some people were confused and I apologize for that. THIS ISN'T REAL!! THIS IS JUST SOMETHING DIFFERENT! Imagine this as an alternative universe!!! Okay, back to the story ;)

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I should have said no. I really should have just made up some excuse about being busy with work or anything that didn't involve sitting in a packed concert venue with VIP tickets to see The Titans perform. But when Farah flashes those big, pleading eyes at me, and Samaira starts bouncing up and down with excitement, it's impossible to refuse them.

So here I am, sitting in the front row, surrounded by screaming fans, feeling like a ball of nerves wrapped up in a shaky mess.

"Isn't this amazing?" Samaira squeals, her eyes shining under the dimmed lights of the venue. She's practically vibrating in her seat, and I can't help but smile a little at her enthusiasm.

Farah nudges me with her elbow, grinning ear to ear. "I told you this would be fun. Plus, Dick managed to get us VIP tickets! We're literally right at the front! How awesome is that?"

"Yeah, awesome," I mumble, trying to focus on anything other than the fact that in just a few minutes, I'm going to be face-to-face with my past.

Farah has no idea. Neither does Samaira. They don't know that three years ago, Jason Todd and I had a whirlwind summer romance. They don't know that I fell in love with him, only for him to disappear without a word, ghosting me like I never existed. And they definitely don't know that he's been writing songs about our time together, turning my memories into chart-topping hits.

I can't help but remember the way we used to be—the late-night drives, the stolen kisses under the stars, the way he'd hold me like he never wanted to let go. I was head over heels, and I thought he felt the same way. Until one day, he was just...gone. No explanation, no goodbye. Just gone.

And now, he's the drummer for one of the most popular bands in the world, while I'm stuck pretending like it never happened. Like he didn't break my heart.

"Are you okay?" Samaira's voice pulls me out of my thoughts. Her wide, concerned eyes are on me, and I realize I've been fidgeting with the hem of my shirt.

"I'm fine," I say, forcing a smile. "Just a little nervous, that's all."

"Don't worry," Farah chimes in, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. "You'll love them. They're incredible live. And trust me, they're not hard on the eyes either." She winks, and I can't help but laugh despite the tightness in my chest.

The lights dim further, and the crowd erupts into deafening cheers as the band takes the stage. Conner Kent, the lead vocalist, steps up to the mic, his guitar slung low over his hips. His confident smirk is met with even louder screams. Donna Troy follows him, her guitar in hand and a mischievous grin on her face as she waves at the crowd. Damian Wayne, stoic as ever, takes his place with the bass, not bothering to acknowledge the throngs of fans that would probably faint if he so much as glanced their way.

And then there's Jason.

He steps behind the drums, his usual cocky smirk in place. His dark hair is slightly tousled, and the stage lights catch the edge of his sharp jawline. He looks different, more mature, but still undeniably him. My breath catches in my throat, and for a moment, I'm seventeen again, feeling that same rush of excitement and anxiety that I used to whenever I saw him.