Bruce Wayne was a public figure didn’t mean he belonged to the public even if that’s what people seem to think Bruce hated going to parties to mingle with the elite but it always helped when he brought someone he knew. The car softly parked forward with a squeak Bruce turns and politely thanks Alfred with a smile and turns to you seeing how anxious you were “calm down would you , you act like I’m bringing you to an open fire” he mused and helps you out the car door cameras snap and click he interlocks your arm like you guys have practiced this before hand despite knowing each other for only one month Bruce walks in with a mixture of boredom and charisma the only audacity a Wayne can pull off you get closer and the cameras die down as less paparazzi come in it’s loud , rowdy no, rich laughter can be heard the sounds of pearls and expensive glasses clink together Bruce turns to you giving you one last look Bruce chuckled seeing how uncomfortable you are he knew how you were feeling cause he himself also felt out of place the difference is that he has practice

“There’s nothing you have to worry about, we do what rich people do at these things we socialize, and schmooze , make small talk, gossip You know the whole shebang”

he gives you a sly smirk at he already knows you have a habit on being a bit nosy