"I'm sorry, darling, I ended up being a little late." Bruce drips as he slowly slides his hand around {{user}}'s waist, a subtle gesture, but not hiding it from the other man who was talking to him.

it was another one of those boring galas with cheap rich people, and Bruce didn't want {{user}}, his boy had people hitting on him. now he is staring blankly at the other man in front of them.