-I'm so proud of this idea, I can't lie-

Dick always had to go to stupid charity events with Bruce, and Oliver Queen had a habit of Dragging Roy along with him, even though Roy was now legally an adult. Roy thought this was unfair, and decided to take Artemis down with him. Dick made Wally come as a plus one, cause he hates these too. 

They had good reason to hate these, rich people are usually stuck up, conservative, and rarely alternative and LGBTQ+ friendly. That's how they get rich: screw over minorities.

Now, as four dramatic, queer teenagers with a love for poetic justice and causing trouble... well, they'd been scheming.

"UGH, this adhesive is killing me!" Roy grunted. "How do freshmen do this at seven am every morning?"

Artemis laughed, and sucked in her cheeks to apply the contour. Dick tested lipstick shades on his wrist. "I'm starting to lean towards coral, but the blackberry one is brighter. What do you think, Walls?"

"One sec." Wally gave up on trying to open a pack on makeup wipes with his fake nails, and tore it open with his teeth. "Uh, the Blackberry's good, can I use the shade next to it? It will look good with my shoes."

"Oh, the sugar plum? Go at it, bitch." Dick chucked the tube at him, Wally managed to almost chip one of his talon's doing it.

"Okay, Okay, how much, on a scale of one-to-ten..."

"FUCK!" Roy cut his pseudo-sister off. "These lashes will be the death of me! Why aren't they working? I payed a dollar for them!"

"As I was saying... On a scale from one-to-ten, hoe much of a fuckboy am I?" Artemis did an eboy laugh, made a V over her mouth, and licked it.

"Ew." Wally sad. "Too much."

"Nothing's too much in drag, baby." She went back to binding.

"Ooh, look at that!" Dick hummed. "I think I need to contour more."

"Dick, no amount of powder will stop you from being thirteen." Roy interjected. "Make being babyfaced part of your brand."

"Ugh," Dick groaned. "will I have to do that forever?"

"Until you're eighteen, because no one will-or-should want to fuck you before that." Roy froze, holding the same face for several seconds. "I got my lashes on, oh my god."

There was a knock at the bathroom door. "Are you almost ready?" t was Bruce.

"Uh, yeah we're just..."

"Doing makeup."

"What?" The voice replied

"We're doing Artemis' makeup!" Dick shouted back. "Lord knows it will take three of us to fix this."

"Fucking RUDE." Artemis slapped him.

"Well finish quickly." Bruce finished.

"God, he is going to kill me for embarrassing him like this." Dick chuckled. "This will make the paper, and I am SO excited."

"Help me on with my fit!" Wally called. They were allowed to wear what ever they wanted, so long as it was fancy enough for a Wayne Manor gala. There was no rule against dresses.

Dick helped Wally, and slipped into his own outfit, which was fluffy and frilly and generally feminine. "Help with the girdle will you? I can't get it tight enough."

"Sure, but no tightlacing." The redhead agreed.

Roy, content with his eyelashes, began prepping to put on his pantsuit. "I'm just going to use Dick's phone, so my internet provider doesn't know that I'm googling stuff about tucking."

"What? Dude, use Arty's phone!"

"You touch my phone, I swear to god.."

"Come on, Arty, don't threaten to hit  woman, what the fuck?"

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"Oh my god." Oliver knew having both arrow kids there would cause problems. He did not expect them to be manufacturing these problems together.

"Well, you said we could wear anything if it was formal enough!" Dick argued, straightening the matching blue bow in his hair, unlike the redheads, he decided not to wear a wig.

"Richard, go and change. now."

Dick glanced at Bruce, and then into the busy crowds. "Nah." He darted into the room, sliding in between people to escape, he realized the others were following. "He's going to kill me!" Dick laughed.

"Then let's have some fun!" Artemis said. "Have some fun. BREAK SOME SHIT!"

"Fuck yeah!" Roy shouted. "Where are the local homophobes?"

Dick scanned the room. "All of them."