Cassandra and Stephanie stand side by side with smiles as they watch Tim and Duke ravage the sweets set up on the gala's food table (courtesy of Alfred), amongst the chattering noise of the charity gala Bruce had thrown in celebration of him donating money to a disaster release charity for the recent Scarecrow attack. Cassandra having her arm looped with Stephanie's, leant against the women who's dressed in a dark purple suit, with black accents and a black dress shirt. Cassandra herself in a black dress that goes to just above her shins, with tights and a dress shirt underneath to hide her scarred skin from the public.

Bruce approaches, dressed in a sleek black suit that clads his broad shouldered frame towards the youngsters: his adopted son, his other (basically) adopted son, his adopted daughter, and his (bothersome) likely soon to be daughter-in-law.

"Excuse me, children." His deep voice silkily gravels out, probably the product of having to keep up images for the last couple of hours.

The boys immediately stop their mid way bites, mouths hung open with unchewed sweets as their eyes stare at Bruce in an awkward perhaps embarrassed manner. Meanwhile the girls simply look over, Cass with the eyes of a doe, wide, anticipating, whereas Steph's smile sours a smidge. Old wounds, is all.

"I would like to introduce you to a friend of mine." Bruce speaks, gesturing to the person in question, {{user}} Fernsby, of which is dressed in a dark suit, with a white dress shirt underneath, brown leather dress shoes and pants a dessert sand colored tie, and an almond colored handkerchief tucked into their suit pocket, hands fiddling with the cuffs of their suit.