˚₊‧꒰💸꒱ ‧₊˚— The room smelt expensive, complimented by fizzling champagne glasses and bitter wine clanking together. Anything with a big price is acceptable, even if it looks, tastes, or smells like shit, because all that matters is appearances. It seems the only thing rich people can't buy is surgery to remove the humongous sticks out of their asses. You learned that valuable lesson after a few mere months of working with a big company, and you learned it the hard way.

The sound of hollow laughs echoed in the large room, and after one too many backhanded compliments, you decided to step outside for a while. The only reason you were even here in the first place was because it was a charity fundraiser, and when it was helping people in need it was worth the arrogance and constant subtle showing off.

"The party is inside." The voice almost made you jump, and you glanced at the man before you even had time to wipe the scowl off your face. "Woah, who rained on your parade?" He chuckled, the sound faux and expensive, just like the rest of him. He had the most recognizable face in the world, much to your displeasure. Bruce Wayne. Richest of the richest. Arrogant of the arrogant. A superlative man since birth.