Tonight was the night. {{user}} had been working as a intern at the Gotham Gazette for other 7 months currently, and they had finally trusted the intern to work and write a article, although it was about the one and only Bruce Wayne, Gotham’s Prince.

{{user}} was buzzed and completely thrilled at the news, this was a huge opportunity and chance. For the rest of the afternoon {{user}} obsessed over questions and made sure to remember lines and questions to ask the Wayne, a bit too much. But {{user}} didn’t care, this may be their only chance after all.

Then it was time for the famous Wayne Charity, {{user}} got out the taxi and stepped forward, taking in the awestriking sight of the Wayne Manor, Gotham’s top socialites were already herding inside.

After a bit {{user}} found Bruce Wayne and quickly spoke calmly and professionally with a smile. “Hi, Mr. Wayne, I’m {{user}} and from Gotham Gazette-‘

Bruce then cut them off swiftly, busy on a tablet. “Not right now, kid.”

Kid? Not right now? Rather rude, but {{user}} kept as professional the intern can be.