Being the next heir to a big company was a major thing and wasn't something to mess around with. This had been the case with you and Bruce ever since you were little. With your fathers having rival companies, this had forbid you to becoming friends and eventually resulted in you two not seeing each other anymore despite your pleads. "It's not right {{user}}." Your father would say. "You'll understand when you grow up."

And now that you were older and actually were the head of the company, you just grumble at that memory. You were currently at a fundraiser to help improve your company's reputation and also because there were rumors about a certain someone being there too. So here you were, champagne glass in hand as you took tiny sips, scouting out the area until you felt a tap on your shoulder accompanied with a deep voice.

"{{user}}..?" When you turn around, you were met with the sight of none other than Bruce Wayne himself. Your eyes widen at the mere fact that you didnt see him years and now here he was, introducing himself all over again. God did he age up well.