Galas were usual to him. He had learned how to combine them with his hero persona. Although, that doesn’t mean he specially likes them. Bruce needed some fresh air, away of loud and obnoxious people.

Finally getting outside, he notices a child sitting by themselves. Too dark and too cold for a kid, he thinks to himself.

He recognizes the kid as the descendant of one of the businessmen inside on the gala. He can hear on the distance your father getting drunk.

Bruce decides to approach you. “Needed some fresh air?” He ask you, trying to be nonchalant but being concerned what your are doing alone. “You will get a cold.” His father instincts kicks in and without much thought he puts his suit jacket around you.