bruce hadn’t been out in a while. it had become an interesting topic to tabloids to the point where they’d chase down any person associated with him just to really find out what the prince of gotham was up to.

that meant they flocked to you. you were a family friend from years ago when his parents died. he didn’t favor the pity from your parents and tended to avoid their persistent invites and attempts at bonding. he preferred you, who never treated him as some unfortunate orphan. your friendship was strong like that. but that was years ago.

bruce’s eyes scanned the blocked off crowds of people here for the mitchell’s funeral. some looked back with a look of recognition painting their faces and some were unaware of his gaze. his eyes fell on you, heading his way and for some reason his shoulders relaxed. you always seemed to do that. “{{user}}, hi.” he tucked his hands in his pockets. look at him, he was here on business and you had him forgetting.