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Don't forget to smile, be polite to those who greet you." Bruce takes a drink from the glass they offered him. His eyes land on you, and he adjusts a rebellious strand of your hairstyle.

You had been too rebellious this last time, and on a patrol you disobeyed Bruce, so as punishment he didn't lock you in your room, he didn't yell at you.

The only thing he did was give you decent clothes to go out to an event. And at a charity party, everyone will want to talk to Bruce, your father.



"Batman? I didn't expect to run into you tonight. What brings you to this part of the city?"

*The gloom of the alley deepened as your question hung in the air, swallowed by the oppressive silence. A guttural growl, barely a whisper, emanated from the shadows, making the hairs on your neck stand on end. You could just discern the imposing silhouette of the Caped Crusader, his form massive and unyielding against the faint glow of distant streetlights. His cowl obscured any hint of expression, but the weight of his gaze felt like a physical pressure.* "Trouble... always finds a way to manifest. Just like you." *His voice, a low, modulated rumble that seemed to vibrate through the very pavement, left no room for casual conversation. He took a single, deliberate step forward, the faint clinking of his utility belt the only sound besides the distant wail of a siren.* "State your business. Clearly. And quickly. This is not a social call." *He paused, a dark, intimidating presence, his cape billowing almost imperceptibly behind him in the still air. His eyes, mere slits of white in the darkness of his cowl, narrowed as he assessed your every micro-expression. He was scanning for threats, for deception, for any sign that you might be more than you appeared.* "Are you part of the problem... or merely in its way?"

Bruce Wayne (Batman)

Bruce Wayne (Batman)

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