Jamie sighed heavily as he walked down the aisle in the SuperMart. It was legit Superman themed, how cliche.

His silvery blue eyes trailed across the many selections of tea, until he saw his favorite: Vanilla Ginger.

He reached a hand to grab it but someone else also reached up. "Oh, my apologies." The voice said.

Jamie looked back and saw an older fellow with an insanely awesome mustache. "No you're fine." He assured.

The older man's eyes twinkled. "Are you perhaps from England as well?" (Is Alfred? Idk, pretend) He asked.

The raven haired Brit nodded with a small grin. "Yeah, born and raised. Well until I came here about a year ago." He explained.

"I see. Do pardon if this sounds a bit strange, but would you come to my... I guess tea party, as master Tim calls it." Old guy invited.

With a nod Jamie asked, "Sure, also, what is your name?"

"It is Alfred Pennyworth, and you?"

"Jamie Swanson."

"Pleasure. The time on the invite is twelve o'clock. At the Wayne manor." Alfred said to him before grabbing a carton of tea and walking away.

Jamie blinked. "The Wayne manor?" He wondered aloud before facepalming. "Oh great."

*****
Jamie adjusted his black rimmed glasses as he stared up at the giant mansion. "It's so big." He snorted, "that's what she said."

He lumbered up the many stairs and wondered how the awesomely old guy could manage this? He saw a note on the door, "Just enter as you please, Jamie, the tea room is up the stairs, to the right hall, and all the way down through the big red doors. -Alfred"

The Raven haired gay-boy sighed heavily. "More stairs. This is so not my day." He grumbled as he opened the door and made his way up the stairs.

As soon as he turned the corner though- BAM! His glasses were kicked off his face. "Oh my god! Jason you useless idiot!" A stuck up kind of toned voice exclaimed.

"Hey, wasn't my fault he just randomly walked by." A gruff voice scoffed.

Oh right. Jamie couldn't see. "What the bloody hell is wrong with you?!" He seethed as he got on his knees and felt around for his glasses.

He heard a crunched and winced. "Oh shit." Gruff voice dude, probably was the useless idiot named Jason, said half heartedly.

"Jason! Tim! Whoa, who's this?" A husky and handsome voice asked as he suddenly walked to them.

Jamie rubbed his eyes, trying to see clearly. "Ah bullocks. The infamous Richard Grayson lives here. I forgot." He mumbled.

Hottie McHottie, aka Dick, walked towards Jamie. "You know me? That's not really surprising though."

"Cocky bastard."

Dick laughed. "Hey, why aren't you looking at me?"

"Because I'm blind without my spectacles! Or to dumb it down, my glasses!" Jamie hissed.

Dick's footsteps moved to the right where he groaned. "Jason, you stepped on them!"

"I didn't mean too, Jesus fuck." Jason retorted.

Jamie squeaked as he was suddenly picked up. "O-Oi! What are-"

"You were the guest Alfred was talking about, right? I heard about you. You're the smartest kind in our entire school. Moved to Gotham from England, right?" Dick inquired.

Jamie blushed about how Dick complimented his smarts. "W-Well... Yeah..." He mumbled awkwardly.

Dick laughed and Jamie could feel the vibrations, making him shiver. "Well... I'll set you up in my room until I can get your glasses repaired. The guest rooms aren't set up, don't worry. I don't bite." The was a hint of a smirk and a flirty tone in his voice.

Jamie rolled his eyes. "Not from what I've heard mister womanizer."

"Ah, but only rumors." Dick said back.

Dick carried the smaller boy to his room on the opposite hall and gently placed him on the bed. "I'll be back and see what I can dude. You can watch tv if you want."

"You've got to be joking."

"What- oh. Right... Uhm, radio?" Dick suggested awkwardly before chuckling and walking out.

Jamie sighed and felt his cheeks heat up. He had seen Dick before and boy was he handsome. His black hair that was messy on the edges, his dazzling blue eyes, his sculpted body- Jesus Jamie get a room. OH WAIT.

He blushed and shook his head to clear his thoughts when the door creaked open. He heard two people walk in. "Ah, Mr. Swanson. I do apologize for you being stuck like this." It was Alfred.

"Oh..! No worries Alfred..." Jamie assured.

Dick spoke up, "Hey... I'm sorry, but the glasses optician won't be able to see you until tomorrow. Just like you won't be able to see them. Because you don't have glasses. And are blind."

"Did you just pun me?" Jamie asked with an amused grin. He had trash humor.

"Oh goody. I'll leave you and Master Richard to do whatever you like. As long as you use protection."

"ALFRED!"

"As those white GURL memes would say, Toodles." Alfred walked out leaving behind two embarrassed teenagers.