I am so alive (And I feed on the fear that's behind your eyes)

"Jason was fed up with all the white bigots way past their prime asking him who he was. He’d refused Bruce’s offer (read: order) to put on a suit, and suddenly he was dangerous. That’s not to say he wasn’t dangerous—he could very well kill quite a few of the partygoers before any of his family members could take action—but being treated like he was without people actually knowing was infuriating. If one more person side–eyed him before asking to see his invite, he swore he’d get out the duffle bag.Luckily, Jason had a plan. Would this plan ruin his peaceful life as a legally–dead Gothom citizen? Possibly. Would this plan make Bruce regret taking in the kid he’d caught stealing his tires? Almost certainly. But most importantly: was this plan dramatic as all hell? Absolutely." AKA Wayne Galas are boring and Jason has a plan to get rid of said boredom (I promise it's good, I just can't write summaries)