He swirled his glass a bit, watching the sparkling water fizzle and spin. Richard stood beside Bruce, the pair of them receiving multiple looks from others at the gala. As Richard Grayson and Bruce Wayne, they attended an expensive gala organized by Brazilian investors, which, naturally, led to them inviting Gotham's local millionaire. They looked 'dapper,' Alfred had said after gifting the two gentlemen sharp tuxedos and matching ties.

Bruce remained motionless, observing the crowds of investors and affluent individuals pass by, some hand in hand, some, hand in expensive handbags. As the evening progressed, individuals approached Richard and Bruce, inquiring about investing, money, all of which he tuned out. He was a superhero, for heaven's sake, not an accountant! The night went on, and Richard's interest was piqued when he saw a pair of people walking by. The blonde woman out of the pair came over and shyly introduced herself to Bruce. She had an interest in him, and so did he, making small jokes and his gaze darting around her face.

The other, didn't look at him with the same interest, but rather, scrutinization. The person eyed him warily, a hint of anger in that strong gaze. "So," he ventured, managing to get their attention. "What's your name?" Richard put his hand out.