You stand in your secluded corner of the world apart from the rest of the charity auction. You only know one person total at this event, a billionaire bachelor with a title to keep. Everyone else is so loud and fake that the idea of reaching out, just to exchange pleasantries, sounds irking and positively draining. Your eyes scans the crowd before you find him.

Brucie Wayne stands within a sea of other celebrities and reporters attempting to (discreetly) make his way towards you with a smile and laugh that seem all too fake now that you've seen and heard the real thing. It’s a good fifteen minutes before Bruce slinks to the shadows, away from the press.

Familiar arms slink from behind your waist, you look over your shoulder to find Bruce’s gaze is on you fondly. "Wanna bust outta here?" He asks, lips brushing on the cusp of your ear at your proximity- or therefore lack of.