The first half of chapter 4, because quitebizarre asked so sweetly (and maybe… possibly… sort of bribed me with vague mentions of more teenage!Bane/Blake art.
…I am not above being bribed *hangs head*)
Saturday comes far too soon for John’s liking.
It’s not that he’s averse to parties. Far from it. He likes a good party as much as the next person. But ever since Bruce turned sixteen, parties at Wayne Manor only ever seem to end when someone calls the cops, and John isn’t particularly keen on getting on the wrong side of the law these days.
However, Bruce had asked him to go, and John’s never been one to let Bruce down.
By the time he arrives at Wayne Manor, the party is already in full swing. John could’ve arrived earlier, except he’d stupidly, foolishly refused Bruce’s offer to have Alfred pick him up.
“Can you imagine the Bentley rocking up in the East End?” John had said when Bruce had offered. “Alfred would get jacked for sure.”
“You’re exaggerating,” Bruce had replied with a barely suppressed eye roll. “And even if you weren’t, we do have other cars.”
“Even your least expensive car would get jacked,” John said. “I’ll get there myself. Don’t worry about it.”
Now, seeing the level of drunken debauchery the party has already reached – and it’s barely eight o’clock, Christ – John is sincerely regretting refusing the offer. He casts a quick glance around, but he can’t locate Bruce, Miranda, Bane or (God forbid) Barsad anywhere.
He’s not sure whether he’s relieved or not that the latter three are nowhere in sight. On the one hand, it could mean that they’ve decided not to come. On the other hand, it could mean that Miranda – John has no doubt that it’s Miranda who does all the planning – is just biding her time.