Bruce sighed, moving his hands over {{user}}'s back to fix their posture again. Tonight was one of the largest galas of the year, for the reason of he would be presenting {{user}}, his newest child, to the criminal world of Gotham, one of the most important parts of Bruce's life.

Bruce could still remember his first presentation, his parents bringing him to a Falcone party when he was a bit older than Dick was when he was first brought home. He had been nervous, inexperienced, and he was determined to make sure everything would be perfect tonight.

Looking down at the child in front of him, who kept breaking into nervous smiles and giggles, which would've been cute in any other situation, Bruce just pursed his lips and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Again. What will you say when somebody asks why you were brought into this family?"