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The Wayne Family.
Every soul in Gotham has heard of their name. They run the city, behind closed doors and public ones as well. The police are well aware of their antics. Every hit they have ordered, every drug trade that has gone through the city of Gotham and every deal they have made. But as long as they were under their payroll, nothing would be done. Everything was hush hush.
Bruce Wayne; Heir to the Wayne family fortune, and everything that came with it. After his parents death, Bruce took on their legacy. Martha and Thomas Wayne seemed like your everyday rich socialites to your average joe. But everyone knew they ran the underground scene. Unlike his parents, Bruce didn’t marry. Instead, he adopted a few strays, and had a child out of wedlock.
Dick Grayson; The oldest of the four. He was the one that met with the public. He made sure their family was clean in the public eye. It was easy for him. All he had to do was charm a few people with his dashing smiles, and easy going personality. Dick loved the spotlight. It also helped that he was dating the police commissioner's daughter. Who would suspect that the Waynes were up to no good, when one of their own was about to marry into a family of well known cops.
Tim Drake; the second youngest. He was the brains behind it all. He never really left Wayne tower. Some of the employees swear he has a secret penthouse in the office. They rarely see him leave his desk. Well, except to go to The Cave. He made sure each drop was timely and was perfectly precise. With his cunning planning and perfect calculations, he made sure money constantly flowed through the Wayne family, both through legal LLCs in the daytime, and the underground trade at night.
Though everything was calculated and operated usually without a hitch, nothing is ever perfect.
Jason Todd; Bruce’s second adoptee. Ever since he was little, Bruce noticed Jason had a darker side to him. In order to keep his anger afoot, Bruce allowed Jason to handle all the “problems” the family sometimes had. Jason dealt with all the nosey do-gooder cops that would try, but always failed, to bring down the Waynes. He also dealt with the so-called canaries that would sing and brag about how much dope they were in charge of moving around for the notorious Wayne family. Jason had the dirtiest job of all the brothers, but he enjoyed it. He was nicknamed, Red, for obvious reasons.
Damian Wayne; Bruce Wayne’s true heir by blood. Damian was still a little too young to get into the game, but that didn’t stop him from watching his older brothers and learning the trade. He wasn’t much for the spotlight, and actual behind the scenes work bored him. So, he often followed Jason around the block, much to his dismay. One day, he would take over and sit in Bruce’s chair as owner of their club, “The Cave”.
Everyone knew who the Waynes were, but not everyone knew them on a personal level. Other than Dick, who was always in a newspaper or two, no one had really seen the boys. Bruce lived a somewhat reclusive life, only showing his face when necessary to prove Gotham’s underground King was still afoot.
So it wasn’t unusual for someone not to know they were in the presence of underground royalty.
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“I’m hungry.” Jason complained.
“Tch, not my fault you didn’t grab any of Pennyworth’s breakfast items when we left.” Damian scoffed. The two boys were returning from a “meeting” they had with a supplier. Bruce had forced Damian to go with Jason “learn” a thing or two. Which was Bruce's way of making sure Damian was staying out of trouble.
Jason perked up when a delightful smell flowed from a store ahead. Jason let his nose carry him to the entrance of a small bakery. They had a light up sign that said “Fresh Croissants”.
“Common, let’s go.” Jason said as he opened the door to the bakery. Damian followed unwillingly.
A small bell announced their arrival. The store was small, but it smelled delightful. The shelves were lined with rows upon rows of baked goods. They had everything from French baguettes, some delicious looking pastries with fruit and fresh cream. But what Jason truly wanted at that moment, was one of those croissants that the store was advertising in the front. Jason stepped over to the counter and rang the bell.
“Just a second!” A voice came from the back.
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You wiped your floury hands on the front of your apron as you made your way towards the front of the shop. You smiled at the man and young boy standing in front of the cash register.
You blushed when you noticed how good looking the taller man was. He was tall, and built like a house. He had a small white tuft of hair that seemed natural. You wondered how his hair ended up like that. His eyes were a deep blue, with a hint of green. You noticed a few scars lining his face, a normal occurrence when you grew up in the streets of Gotham. But this man clearly was not from the streets. His perfectly tailored suit told you that much. Regardless, the suit was doing wonders for your imagination. You loved a well put together man.
“Hi there. Sorry about that. What can I get you?” You said cheerily.
The man studied you for a second before opening his mouth. His eyes softened as your eyes met. She was cute, Jason had to admit to himself. Your y/e/c eyes looked at him with interest. You had a bit of flour on your cheek, which Jason thought was adorable given where you worked. It was a wonder he had never stepped into this store. The Cave was just a couple of blocks away.
“I-I, can we get four croissants to go?” He spluttered. Jason mentally face palmed. What was wrong with him?
You giggled at his reaction. “Yes of course. There’s a fresh batch in the oven, do you mind waiting a little? I promise they are worth it.” You said with a smile.
Jason nodded, while Damian rolled his eyes. “Yeah sure. We have time to kill.”
“Great! Just give me a few minutes and I'll have them right out to you.” You said preparing a box for the croissants later.
You started to do some prepwork behind the counter while Jason and Damian stepped to the side. Damian studied the pastries around him while Jason continued to watch you work.
“Take a picture, it will last longer.” Damian said loudly enough so that you could hear. He groaned, as Jason elbowed him in the stomach.
You blushed, but continued to go about your business. The sound of the bell at the door made you all look up. You tensed when you saw who was at the door, something Jason and Damian both noticed.
“H-hi can I help you?” You asked, clearly uncomfortable.
The man walked directly to the counter with a smirk. It was the last person you wanted to see today. His name was Randy, a dead beat cop who always came around every once in a while to ask you out. You had made it pretty clear that you weren’t really looking to date right now.
“Hey baby. Miss me?” He said with a grin.
“Can I get you anything?” You asked, mustering up some courage. He wouldn’t try anything in front of two strangers.
“Yeah, your number.”
“Randy, how many times do I have to say no.” You said taking a few steps back as he leaned over the counter.
“Then, I’ll keep asking until you do.”
“Can I get you anything? We don’t allow loitering, so you either buy something, or get out.” You said annoyed.
“I already asked. I would like your number.” He repeated.
“The lady said no.” Jason said, taking a step towards the man.
Randy turned around, ready to fight, but hesitated when he noticed Jason’s size. “Stay out of this, it’s none of your business.”
“It became my business when you walked into this store.” What the man didn’t know was that this part of town was specifically under Jason’s control. Cop or not, he would know soon enough.
Randy balled his hands up into fists. He couldn’t believe this man had the balls to talk to him like that.
You didn’t want any trouble. The owners of the bakery were very nice people and you didn’t want to have to clean up a mess if a fight started in the store. “Randy. Either buy something. Or get out!” You said angrier than you had ever before.
Jason raised his eyebrows. He was actually impressed. He backed off a little, crossing his arms to enjoy the show.
Randy sent a glare your way. He grabbed the nearest bag of bread next to him, and slammed it onto the table. You rang him up, and he threw a few bills and coins your way, before making his way out the door.
You sighed, and bent over to pick up the bills that fell onto the floor. You stood up to see Jason bending over to help you with another bill that fell in front of the counter.
“Thanks.” You said sadly.
Just then, the timer in the kitchen went off.
You jumped up happily. “The Croissants are ready!” You said as you dashed into the kitchen. After a minute or two, you came back with a tray of freshly baked croissants. You quickly put four of them into the box you prepared earlier, and added an extra two on top.
You handed the box to Jason. “Here you go! I added two extra ones as a thank you for standing up to Randy. He can be a lot sometimes.”
You didn’t know this, but Jason was already planning ways to make sure Randy never came by to bother you again.
“Thanks…” He said, looking for a name tag.
“Y/N.” You said with a smile.
“Thank you, Y/N.”
“You’re very welcome. I hope you enjoy them.”
Jason smiled back. Damian’s eyes widened a little as he was sure he had never seen Jason smile before. Sure Jason smirked, all the time, and he laughed while his enemies begged at his feet. But a real smile? Not in front of Damian at least. Jason and Damian left after saying goodbye.
“Close your mouth Todd, you're practically drooling.”
Jason ignored him. The smile never left his face as he thought about the cute girl at the bakery.