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schizoauthoressTitle: Let Them Make Cake
Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress
Rating: G
Spoilers: none, this is a bakery AU
Prompt: For this AU meme, daggerpen asked for "Eddie/Jason, starting a business"
Warnings: Danny Chase is a sourpuss
Word Count: 459
Summary: Cakes and chaos and Danny Chase trying to keep his flighty friends in business.
Word of the Day: grouse, verb: To grumble; complain.
Let Them Make Cake
"We’ve got orders for a five-tier wedding cake, a cupcake-cake for a dragons-and-princesses birthday party, and a 25th anniversary cake."
"Man, we can do that, no problem." Jason said with a grin. Danny gave him a look.
"There’s two of you. And a bunch of assistants who barely know molding chocolate from fondant. We’re going to have to pass one of these on to The Baking Graysons, you know."
Eddie poked his head around the corner from the kitchen. “Don’t be mean, Danny. Everybody’s gotta start somewhere. Send the dragons away — I got something in mind for a silver anniversary cake I wanna try.”
"Yeah, Little D is crazy-good at scales, Dick will let him go wild on that one." Jason clapped a hand on Danny’s shoulder, and a puff of cake flour rose up and dusted Danny’s stylish dove-gray suit coat. Danny gave him a pursed-lipped little glare that Jason ignored entirely as he said airily, "Problem solved, then."
Danny shoved Jason’s hand off and dusted impatiently at his coat, not doing much to dislodge the powdery flour, only smearing it a little. He grumbled, “The wedding cake is for a pair of goth lesbians, just so you know.”
Eddie laughed. “Well, why didn’t you just say it was for Raven, Chase?”
“It’s not for Raven!” Danny stopped, then flapped a hand dismissively at the two, “On second thought, pretend it is. They’ll probably love whatever you come up with in that case.”
Jason tossed off a goofy salute. “Yessir, business manager, sir.”
"Oh, just get your ass back in the kitchen, Todd."
Danny stomped off, pretending he couldn’t hear Eddie and Jason and their pointless flirting (“Oh, you’ve got a little frosting on your lip”) — because really, dating for five years and starting a business together and they still acted like goofy teenagers around each other. But once he was safely behind his office door, Danny smiled a little. They might be flighty and have absolutely no concept of what it took to run a successful business — and thus, how much they owed him for keeping Devil’s Food Bakery open and in the black — but they kept things interesting.
He went for the phone on his desk, hoping that Dick Grayson wouldn’t be the one answering today. He had a hard time keeping a civil tongue around his former boss, and they really couldn’t handle these custom orders on top of the general demand for their baked goods. As much as any of them hated to admit it, for now, they still needed the Baking Graysons shop sometimes.
Danny Chase finished dialing and leaned back in his chair. Someday they wouldn’t.
Something crashed to the floor in the kitchen, and Danny winced. Damn apprentice bakers.
Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress
Rating: G
Spoilers: none, this is a bakery AU
Prompt: For this AU meme, daggerpen asked for "Eddie/Jason, starting a business"
Warnings: Danny Chase is a sourpuss
Word Count: 459
Summary: Cakes and chaos and Danny Chase trying to keep his flighty friends in business.
Word of the Day: grouse, verb: To grumble; complain.
Let Them Make Cake
"We’ve got orders for a five-tier wedding cake, a cupcake-cake for a dragons-and-princesses birthday party, and a 25th anniversary cake."
"Man, we can do that, no problem." Jason said with a grin. Danny gave him a look.
"There’s two of you. And a bunch of assistants who barely know molding chocolate from fondant. We’re going to have to pass one of these on to The Baking Graysons, you know."
Eddie poked his head around the corner from the kitchen. “Don’t be mean, Danny. Everybody’s gotta start somewhere. Send the dragons away — I got something in mind for a silver anniversary cake I wanna try.”
"Yeah, Little D is crazy-good at scales, Dick will let him go wild on that one." Jason clapped a hand on Danny’s shoulder, and a puff of cake flour rose up and dusted Danny’s stylish dove-gray suit coat. Danny gave him a pursed-lipped little glare that Jason ignored entirely as he said airily, "Problem solved, then."
Danny shoved Jason’s hand off and dusted impatiently at his coat, not doing much to dislodge the powdery flour, only smearing it a little. He grumbled, “The wedding cake is for a pair of goth lesbians, just so you know.”
Eddie laughed. “Well, why didn’t you just say it was for Raven, Chase?”
“It’s not for Raven!” Danny stopped, then flapped a hand dismissively at the two, “On second thought, pretend it is. They’ll probably love whatever you come up with in that case.”
Jason tossed off a goofy salute. “Yessir, business manager, sir.”
"Oh, just get your ass back in the kitchen, Todd."
Danny stomped off, pretending he couldn’t hear Eddie and Jason and their pointless flirting (“Oh, you’ve got a little frosting on your lip”) — because really, dating for five years and starting a business together and they still acted like goofy teenagers around each other. But once he was safely behind his office door, Danny smiled a little. They might be flighty and have absolutely no concept of what it took to run a successful business — and thus, how much they owed him for keeping Devil’s Food Bakery open and in the black — but they kept things interesting.
He went for the phone on his desk, hoping that Dick Grayson wouldn’t be the one answering today. He had a hard time keeping a civil tongue around his former boss, and they really couldn’t handle these custom orders on top of the general demand for their baked goods. As much as any of them hated to admit it, for now, they still needed the Baking Graysons shop sometimes.
Danny Chase finished dialing and leaned back in his chair. Someday they wouldn’t.
Something crashed to the floor in the kitchen, and Danny winced. Damn apprentice bakers.