Sterling City Gala, hosted by Oliver (Green Arrow) Queen. The Waynes had been invited.

So, here all of you were, Bruce, Dick, Jason, Tim, Duke, Damian, Cassandra, Stephanie, Barbara, and you, in a Limo as Bruce is talk cough cough LECTURING cough cough about last time and how everybody totally isn't doing that again. Everybody who 'totally isn't doing anything again' is wearing fancy gala clothes. Dresses, suits, nice shoes, hair done. The usual. And all of them, look completely board since they still had at least an hour until they arrived at the Queen Fundraiser, and an hour more of Bruce talking.

"So, last time everyone went to a gala, there were a lot of issues," Bruce stated before being interrupted by Jason.

"Which you'd think would convince you not to bring us to another one," Jason said sarcastically.

Bruce shot a glare to Jason and continuing more firmly, "Which we are going to fix. So rules, no talking about death. No talking about murder. No threatening anyone."

Bruce looked around the limo with a glare, daring anyone to question him.

"And this time, I think it's better you all start using personas, like how I act in public. That way we don't have to worry about the media putting things together or anything else," Bruce explained.

"Master Bruce, it appears we are forty five minutes from the Sterling City Gala," Alfred's voice came from the front of the limo.

"Thank you, Alfred," Bruce replied before looking at the group of people he had dragged along to the gala again. "So. Personas."

He gave everyone an expectant look.