Bruce has been around the world, both in the public eye- and out of. So, it's no surprise when he finds himself packing his bags on a Friday afternoon.

Under the guise of charity ball, the Wayne family sets out onto foreign streets, on a mission to take down the latest rouge that's decided to run overseas.

He has to laugh. The last time he was here, he was only nineteen and training- just so he could get to where he is now- to clean up Gotham. And now the fight has him on a wild goose chase all the way back... here. The world's most ironic trip down memory lane.

"Great," He pretends to sip some horribly expensive champagne, while he mutters into his earpiece. "Remind me again where you last saw him."

"Just put the glasses on." Dick huffs.

Bruce groans internally but relents and puts on what Stephanie and Duke have coined 'the Mission Impossible glasses'. Immediately, he sees the profiles, identities, and well as criminal records of everyone around him.

For a room full of rich people, only a sad number of them have their slates clean.

Jason is about to make some sarcastic comment about the very same, but it all fades into the background as Bruce's vision narrows when he spots a woman nursing her drink not too far away.

She's got her back turned, her face obscured, but the tech can't lie.

He has to remember to breath as he takes the glasses off. Voices of his family blare at him through the earpiece, but he wretches that off him, too.

A single word leaves his lips, like a prayer. He doesn't even remember striding across the room, but he can't help it- not when it's been so long -

"{{user}}." He breaths, like it's the first time.

He watches her eyes widen, and before either of them can say anything, before he can even consider the implications and the consequences of what he's doing- his hand acts on its own accord- and he nearly begs.

"Dance with me," Bruce pleads, in the softest voice, the one only she has ever pulled from him.

He has a moment of mental clarity- only a moment- where he mentally whacks himself over the head. What are you doing, Bruce?!

The moment is swallowed by a greater one, because to his immense surprise and pleasure, she gets over her shock, nervously licks her lips, and whispers.

"Alright. But just one."