The gala was in full swing, with the nightlife of Gotham's criminal underbelly socializing and conspiring together. Dick Grayson was hovered over by a group of some of his closest friends, and a gaggle of women that didn't seem to stop hanging off of his arm. Jason Todd was doing his job of a muscleman a bit too good, just standing near the entrance and observing every person that entered or exited.

Tim Drake was in the middle of a crowd, forming new connections for the family and ticking down the time of when it would be the most socially acceptable to leave and get the hell out of this place. Damian was lurking around, just staring at everyone who dared to have the audacity to look at him.

Bruce Wayne, the don of the family, was surrounded by some of his most trusted security members, just making civil conversation with those that he was connected to.