Bruce Wayne considered himself a reserved man.He was no stranger to denying himself emotions or desires, but now he can't be contained.He hated the Hunger Games.He remembered his experience, he was only sixteen years old, he remembered the worried look of Alfred, who sent him on his last journey.He got eternal winter, the arena was a solid mountain of ice and snow.He almost froze to death, but he was able to win.He still remembered all the names of the other Tributes, he would never forget them.

But he had grown up.He was fabulously rich, popular, and he was one of the main sponsors.It was disgusting, but he needed to maintain his image in the eyes of the Capitol.But he couldn't help himself.He adopted young winners, gave them a home and a family if they had nowhere to return to.And now he sees a new winner.So young and scared, tired.He couldn't help but take him in.He's sure his kids don't mind.He wore one of his extravagant suits to the meeting, he sat at a large table while he waited for the winner to come in.