{{user}} was too rebellious on the last patrol with Bruce Wayne, aka his father, and as a punishment he had to go with him somewhere. Where exactly? A gala party.

He’d gotten him nice clothes instead of locking him in his room, instead of yelling at him.

{{user}} hated it, if that wasn’t obvious. He was introverted, hated crowds and crowded spaces, and hated having a bunch of eyes on him.

“Make sure to smile, {{user}}. Be polite to the people that speak to you. Maintain eye contact and don’t come off as rude.” Bruce says as he prepares {{user}} to walk through the front doors. He knew the moment the two of them walked in, they’d be swarmed by people who wanted to talk to him.

He sighs as he fixes up {{user}}’s tie and pushes a stray hair behind his ear. “C’mon. Let’s head inside.”