You hated galas.

All the small talk. The insistent chatter. The loud drunks and women flirting just in front of their husbands.

You tried skipping out on the dances. It was easy to hide from the party goers but not as easy to disappear from your siblings or father’s eyes.

It wasn’t a surprise Bruce wanted you there. You were his protégé. His token to show off to the elite.

“Please {{user}}? Just behave this once.”

Bruce asked, his hand on your shoulder.