_GetTraughtOrGetDead - I decided to lump in your request with something I was writing before because I'm lazy 

I managed to get Frosty9000isawesome 's request of normal bat sibling bonding fulfilled too so be proud of me plz 

EDIT: I was unaware that a made-up name here is already a character in something else and yknow what I refuse to change it 

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Galas were the bane of every bat-sibling's existence. It was a night of passive-aggressive comments, rich drunk people, and a whole lot of standing about trying not to look like you were dead inside. They had to be there, by family-dictated rules, for at least two hours but it went much faster if they were all together. Luckily, this was one of those nights where they were all together and this happened to be the night Dick was prepared to cause a stir. The perfect combination.

Tim and Damian arrived with Bruce and were already dreading tonight. They didn't know if their brothers were coming and they wouldn't be able to stand two hours in the same room as one another without the older pair. They just made being in each other's presence semi-bearable. The pair made their way to the drinks table where someone tapped them on the shoulders. 

"Sup losers," Jason greeted. He was wearing a sharp black suit with a red tie, almost matching the younger two except they were wearing black ties. Typical bat attire but Jason preferred the pop of colour red gave. 

"When did you get here?" Tim asked, instantly brightening up. 

"Like ten minutes ago. Got a text from Goldie saying galas at this place have the best food and I'm broke," he answered. "Speaking of Goldie, I expected him to come with you."

"Grayson said it would be "too much effort" to come to the manor and then here," Damian explained. He picked a glass of water and helped himself to some of the food. He wasn't the biggest fan of eating food that had been left out in the open but he was particularly hungry. The food wasn't too bad either. Jason followed suit and piled up his plate with the finger foods, ignoring the glares he got from Gotham's upper class. If there was free food he was going to make the most of it. Tim only had the water, wishing there was coffee. Maybe he could sneak into the kitchen later and make himself one. The staff probably wouldn't care if he went back there. 

"I'm guessing Bruce is spending the night sexing chicks up," Jason began.

"Please never use Bruce and sexing chicks up in the same sentence ever again," Tim told him. There was a small smirk on his face despite his disgusted tone. 

"Gotcha to smile didn't I?"

"That's Dick's job, wise guy," he responded. He took a sip of water and looked around the room. Everyone was way too stuffy. Most were old money and looked down on new money. Some were new money who looked down on old money. It seemed like no one was happy to go to these events judging by their sour expressions when they walked past one another. These events seemed rather pointless but it was at these galas that the most important business alliances were made. It was during his glance around the room that he saw the familiar face of his brother and the sea of unhappy faces on all those who'd accidentally looked his way. 

Dick was wearing high heels, probably around nine inches. They were black and had the iconic red bottom that Christian Louboutin's had. Tim instantly recognized them as the ones Bruce bought him for his birthday. His shoes went well with his black trousers and waistcoat. His tie was a Nightwing blue. Tim noticed he was wearing makeup too as his lipstick matched the colour of his tie and his hair was somehow feminine. The younger waved at him, catching his attention, and was met with a bright smile. 

"Look at you all dressed up," Tim commented when the older got closer. 

"I've not been out for a while, I thought I'd make a big occasion out of it since I got better at makeup," Dick replied. He took some champagne off the table and took a sip. God knows his bold choice of appearance was going to make this a long night. 

"Brown did say you have the bone structure that would support typically feminine apparel," Damian commented, nibbling on the small sandwich he'd chosen. 

"I'm guessing that's a compliment?"

"Indeed. Though I doubt you'll have any more this evening," he added.

"I don't expect any. Where's B?" 

"Talking to some Lady," Tim replied. "How long are you staying tonight?"

"The mandated time. I'm thinking of grabbing some Chinese food after this then I'm going out. You guys fancy joining?" They shrugged, complacent with spending their night in Bludhaven. Crime was kind of quiet this time of year so they were just going for a change of scenery. He smirked at them, hoping he had enough money for all of them to join. 

During the night, the group dispersed to cause some small chaos here and there. It ranged from telling random people a little too much about a kidnapping ordeal or saying Bruce's company might be working on a new super disease that if let out of containment might destroy the world. Dick grabbed his second glass of champagne which would likely be his last. He didn't like to be drunk at public events. As he did, a man came up to him. Steve Harrington. He was an heir to a rather large lump sum of money and a well-known dickhead. 

"Hello Richard," he greeted. Dick smirked venomously at him. Sure he was a dickhead but one night after a gala he may have ended up in his apartment. What could he say? He was in need of a different release. 

"Hey Steve," he replied. 

"I see you've dressed like a slag," Steve said as he reached over for some champagne. He wore a smug smile like he'd said something witty. In reality, his comment made a shallow dig at Dick's ego. He'd had a lot worse from more important people. 

"Oh don't be like that," he responded. "I remember when you called me, oh what was it? Something like your pretty prince." Steve struggled to keep himself from spitting out his drink. "Forgot about our little encounter so soon? You hurt me so."

"Keep your mouth shut. I was just drunk," he snapped. 

"Mhm, sure. Keep telling yourself that," he responded. He looked off to his brothers. Tim was currently entertaining two nobles by regaling the time he stayed awake for forty-eight hours on nothing but coffee. Jason was taking shots of random drinks Damian had mixed together. Dick smiled at the pair. He was happy they were bonding. It took a while for either of them to warm up to anyone. It was great to see them get along. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Steve put something in his drink. He chuckled. He wasn't that stupid. He supposed the other didn't want him to remember their next encounter. The thought left a bad taste in his mouth. He turned back to the man with a tight-lipped smirk. Men like him were disgusting. "Though I do find it rather interesting that you're bothering to talk to me when, in your own words, I'm dressed like a slag."

"Call it extending an olive branch. Let's cheers to it shall we?" Dick narrowed his stare but raised his glass all the same. When they went to cheers, he splashed his drink all over Steve's expensive suit. "Oops. Looks like you wasted a good roofie."

It all happened rather fast. Steve grabbed the acrobat by the forearm. His grip was strong as he dragged him to the bathroom. Dick didn't fight back to his full extent just yet. He'd see how this would go before really fighting back. Anyone who was in the bathroom at that moment quickly rushed out as Steve brought him into the closest free stall. He forced his head into the toilet bowl and flushed it. 

"Let's wash off your disgusting cake face, shall we? Only right we use something equally as gross as you," Steve spat, keeping the hero's head underwater as he flushed again. 

"Hey, douchebag!" a voice incredibly similar to Jason's called. "Get the fuck off our brother." There was a scuffle behind Dick before the grip on his hair was finally released. He coughed and spluttered. He'd not be able to get rid of that taste in his mouth for the next week. As he wiped the water out of his eyes, he glanced at what was making the noise. Damian and Tim were manhandling Steve as Jason offered him a hand. He gratefully took it and hoisted himself back up onto his feet. In times like these he was thankful for his great sense of balance otherwise he would've fallen right back onto the ground from how high his heels were. 

"It's been a while since that's happened. I suppose I should feel nostalgic," he joked. Jason gave him a concerned look but he waved it off. He walked out of the stall and looked at himself in the mirror with a smile. "Setting spray is a God sent I'll tell you that," he stated. 

"What was that guy's problem?" Tim asked. 

"Scorned lover tried to roofie me. I don't know why he just doesn't admit he's got a thing for dudes," Dick explained. 

"People are talking out there you know?" the teen continued. 

"And?" Dick replied. He messed with his hair a little before perching himself on the sink and getting out his emergency supplies in case he needed a touch-up. 

"Look, you know we'll accept you no matter what but don't you think you're digging yourself a grave wearing that stuff?"

There was a moment of silence and Tim worried that he'd accidentally said something offensive. Then he saw the older smile. 

"I'm guessing you all think the same?" he asked. Damian and Jason nodded, unable to deny Tim's line of thinking. "Sit down whilst I redo my makeup. You're gonna get a big brother lecture," he began. He started to reapply his highlighter as he decided on what to say. "When I was Dami's age, I loved makeup. Every time I stayed at a woman's house, I'd ask them to do my makeup and I'd go home with some of their old stuff they didn't use anymore. I couldn't do it by myself but whenever Babs or Selina came over they'd help me do it." He lightly brushed some of the highlighter onto the tip of his nose. He didn't know why he put it there but he knew it looked better when he did. "So one day I decided hey I'm going to bring some of this stuff to school and have Babs do me up so I could look good for the day. I bring it in, we set it out and as she's doing it another boy walks by. She gears up to fight him but then he sits next to us and asks if she could do his makeup too." He paused so he could do his lipstick. "That kid asking for what I wanted gave me the confidence that I wasn't the only one. He probably felt just as alone as I did. It was a different time back then and there weren't men wearing makeup outside of drag in the limelight. I wanted to be that person." He rubbed his lips together and popped them lightly, his focus now turning to his damp hair. "Eventually I wanted to wear girly clothing and heels. Every time someone told me I was wrong for being who I wanted to be, I remembered that kid. So, at the end of the day, I wear what I want and look how I want because I'm a fucking icon." He finished his hair and jumped off the counter, pulling his clothes into place. 

"You really don't mind what people think of you?" Damian asked. 

"I can't say that when I get told something bad, I don't get upset. Sometimes I'm up at night thinking about it but I know people care about me not what I wear. Babs doesn't care if we share clothes, you guys don't mind when I look like this and even Alfie definitely doesn't give a shit," he answered. "I'm not going to let some wannabe macho men and pig-nosed women tell me what I should and shouldn't look like." He finally finished fixing himself and looked as he had when he walked in only his shirt was damp now. "Now can one of you do me a favour and warn Bruce not to eat anything on the buffet table?"

"Why?"

"I'm putting laxatives in their food since they're being shits."