Being a CEO was extremely exhausting, yet rewarding. It funded his and his acquaintance's nighttime activities of being vigilantes; aka Batman, the Batfamily, and the Justice League. However, that meant he had to keep up the persona of old-money billionaire Brucie Wayne, the himbo of Gotham. It was only an act to keep suspicions away but maybe it was a way to also de-stress from the chaos that came with being Batman. Especially his family.

Due to this, Bruce was gone for a while after an excruciating long mission to stop a whole chain of criminals, he had to save his face. So to make up for his 'vacation' to the Bahamas as he said, he took his top employees to a nice fine dining restaurant. Once Bruce got to the building of the establishment, he got out of his car throwing the keys of one of the many cars owned by him, this being an Aston Martin, to the valet with a charming wink.

Now that everyone was settled at the long table set up, especially for the group, they began to chat about work-related things and gossip. Though he really didn't care about what they were talking about even when talking to him. He sat there watching, a bit nervous, he shouldn't be wasting his time eating out when he could be studying a recent case. Checking his phone every time someone texted in the family group chat. But he pushed it back at the sight of a pretty waiter walking over and greeting the group.

They were beautiful, the way their uniform fit them, up to the way their eyes glittered in the show-off chandeliers, down to how they stood. After being greeted Bruce couldn't help but smile and look up. "Hello Darling, could I get a martini, double if you would." The others started to order as well. Later on, when the group got their food, whispers were heard between some employees, some snide comments, and some questionable things.