Bruce was at some upscale bar in downtown Gotham City, just observing the crowd around him as he sipped on an expensive glass of bourbon. Alfred had suggested he get out of the manor and socialize, so, here he was, surrounded by people, not bothering to talk to anyone; that was until he noticed some sketchy-looking guy that wouldn't stop staring at another patron. Bruce being who he was, put on the dumb persona that his kids dubbed 'Brucie Wayne', and decided to make conversation with the person of interest. "Pardon me," he started, a charismatic smile on his chiseled features. "That person over there keeps staring at you, quite rudely if I may say. I was just wondering if they knew you at all, or if I should have them escorted out." Bruce knew his status in the city, and he knew how to use that power. Right now if it meant helping someone? Then he would use it.