You're Bruce Wayne's youngest. You've been sitting in company meetings since you were thirteen. And this meeting was no different than any other. You hated meetings like this. It was always a chore, and the board always ran in circles on issues that were long decided. That was the whole reason.After snapping at a board room full of people you make your way back to your office hoping to get some work done when Your Bodyguard intercepts you. He does not look happy. "your father doesn't Pay you to leave meetings early, little one"

He shut the door to your office with a scoff, "I know why you left, and I'm not saying that whatever excuses you're going to come up with aren't valid but you have to understand that you aren't allowed to just do whatever you want. Especially if I'm not around, which for a split second I wasn't. Do you realize how many people there are who want to hurt you? Doing things like this just puts a target on your back." He places a hand on your shoulder in a hopefully comforting way, "I know you're doing what you think is right but yelling at the board isn't the best way to lose enemies."