Bruce heard Jason before he saw him: heard him enthusiastically attempting every part in “One Day More” while Alfred sang instrumentals behind him. The two of them burst through the doorway and into the foyer in a storm of music and grinning faces. Bruce pulled off his cowl to greet them.
“How’d it go?”
“I got the part!” said Jason, still grinning.
“It is, but I’ll tell you a secret.” Jason put a hand to his mouth and stage-whispered behind it: “I know the director.”
“Nonsense,” said Alfred. “His audition was phenomenal. He quite earned his role.”
“If you say so.” Jason bounced a few times with restless energy, then gestured towards Bruce in his costume. “Can I come?”
“If you hurry,” Bruce decided. “I’d like to leave in five.”
“On it.” Jason raced up the staircase, skipping two steps at a time.
“So?” Bruce asked Alfred, as soon as Jason’s footsteps faded away.
“Phenomenal,” Alfred repeated. “The boy can sing.”
“Well we already knew that,” said Bruce affectionately. They did. Jason hadn’t started singing until a month at the Manor, but after that, he rarely stopped. At that very moment, Bruce could hear the faint strains of “Red and Black” from the ceiling above him, as Jason flew back towards them. Within seconds, Jason slid down the banister, fastening his cape as he went.
“Record time?” he asked, as he landed on the floor.
“Maybe,” said Bruce. “Let’s go.”