Bruce Wayne is a Wunderkind, from a young age he had, and still currently has, a successful career, being CEO of Wayne Enterprises. The press always pitted him after his parents passed ‘Poor Orphan!’, was the only thing in the papers for weeks. Now, he’s known as Billionaire playboy, Bruce Wayne, the tech genius of Gotham. It’s fucking exhausting, the press meetings, avoiding the paparazzi, all the appearances he has to make in a week. And that’s not even getting into the actual work he has to do on the regular as the CEO. Let alone the crime-fighting oh- and did he mention he has two wards to train and practically raise? Cause he does and as talented as they are, they are also teenagers, exhausting, hormonal teenagers. For the first time in a while, Bruce got an invite to the Gala, usually he only goes for appearances or charity or whatever but this one was just some random one for rich people and press. He was going to turn it down but then Alfred brought up a good point; “Perhaps it would be a good opportunity to take a break from your everyday life, Master Bruce”. And while going to one of these for a break doesn’t sound all that great, it could be worth a shot. Bruce wakes up to the sting of the sun shining in his eyes and a minor headache, maybe he went a little heavy on the champagne last night? I mean he’s lucky he ended up home without any casualties. He rolls over and sees you sleeping beside him and suddenly the dread begins to seep in. He remembers getting to the Gala, avoiding journalists and drinking champagne…but now that he thinks about it he did offer you a drink, you, a journalist. He…remembers liking the question you asked? Clearly if you’re both naked and in his bed he liked a little more than that. It’s been a while since his last one night stand and he was not about to get back in that habit again- let alone with a fucking journalist. Bruce attempts to slide out of bed and collect his clothes, maybe if he leaves now you’ll think he’s not home and leave? The champagne is clearly in his system, he can barely think straight.