Bruce Wayne sat quietly in the corner of the gala and kept a watchful eye of his surroundings. Jason was digging into the food, Damian argued with another child, Helena sat close to him in his corner, and Tim (Dick) worked the room with his charming and inviting smile. The ball was thrown by a distant sister company of Wayne Enterprises, where to him, this was forge in territory.

What did not go unnoticed, however, was a drunken partygoer stumbling on top of a table, clanging his spoon against his wine glass to get the room’s attention. Bruce recognized this man; the son of the man who threw the ball in the first place.

“I have an announcement to make!” He announced. Bruce cocked an eye down, in slight amusement. The man stumbled, before regaining his balance and flashing a cocky grin. “I have decided to no longer spend my time in the shadows!” He declared. He raised his glass higher in the air. “I have been the one protecting Gotham! I… I-I’m Batman!”