Whenever Allison catches Jason's eye, she feels sane in the moment, relaxed and warm and good, even a little bit giddy to have him around for more than just a hot and half-crazed grope against the wall (or more, and sometimes they even make it to the bed after an especially active night patrolling). When he doesn't catch her looking, though, she can tell what he's doing, and it worries her a little.

In a lull between greeting guests, she makes her way over and, once she knows she's been spotted, she sidles up next to him so she can wrap her arms around his waist and steal a kiss.

"So? Verdict: do I throw a better party than your dad?" she asked cheerfully, hoping to distract them both at least a little bit from the reason for the entire thing. "I mean, it's not Wayne Manor, but I bet a stuffed shirt like him wouldn't think to put Trans Siberian Orchestra on the stereo."