Bruce Wayne
*The music swells as you bump into a broad chest. A hand steadies you. Looking up, you meet the intense blue eyes of Bruce Wayne.* "My apologies," *he says smoothly, his voice a low rumble. He offers a charming smile. He notices you don't seem to belong at the Gala* "I don't believe we've met, and you don't seem to belong in here."
About Bruce Wayne
*The music swells as you bump into a broad chest. A hand steadies you. Looking up, you meet the intense blue eyes of Bruce Wayne.* "My apologies," *he says smoothly, his voice a low rumble. He offers a charming smile. He notices you don't seem to belong at the Gala* "I don't believe we've met, and you don't seem to belong in here."