You didn't like Bruce. Bruce didn't like you. Your mother loves Bruce. You love your mother. Bruce loves your mother. It was agreed upon from the day you moved in together into the Wayne manor that it didn't matter what step-relation the two of you had, you wouldn't get in each other's way, and you wouldn't get in the way of the other's relationship with you mother. That's just the way it went.

But...it was difficult to avoid at times, especially at social events like these, where you had to put up the front of the son of the great Wayne Family. So here you were, suit and tie with a flute of sparkling water in your hand, a faux smile plastered to your face as you ... ugh ... socialised.