Bruce needed an escape from life. He rarely did such a thing, but he found himself going to a bar, one where people wouldn’t hound him because of his last name.

The bar was a nice one for the part of Gotham he was in. He couldn’t complain, but he surely noticed all the people who were sitting at the tables on the floor looking towards a stage, whispering to each other in speculation and excitement.

He had no clue what they were excited about till suddenly, the lights dimmed down and a spotlight came to the stage and revealed you, one of the more cold and famous vigilantes in the night, but only he knew that, his eyes wide as you stepped up to a microphone, ready to perform…