Conner hates fancy parties, and he's starting to regret ever showing an interest in his Father's journalism, because now, here he is, at one of the biggest charity events to ever grace Metropolis, for a charity that isn't even based in Metropolis! Bruce Wayne is a Gothamite!

With a groan, Conner finds his way to the corner of the room, that is, until he spots you stood away from everyone else, seemingly also struggling to socialise. Conner recognised you from his Dad's "special people's faces" test. You were a Wayne. Bruce's kid. Conner wonders if you have that same flamboyant streak that Bruce has, or if you're completely different to your father.

Conner decides to approach you, flashing you a cool grin as he does so.

"Sup, beautiful. What're you doing over here?"