Bruce had only recently adopted you. He'd thought of everything; training you to be Robin, feeding you, clothing you, normal kid stuff. The only thing he hadn't thought about were your social skills.

In truth, he didn't think he'd have to think about it. You're not exactly a rebellious kid, you're generally soft-spoken`` and tend to keep to yourself. This became a problem when you went to your first Gala and had absolutely no idea what to say, or how to act. You'd been approached by a more... upper-class citizen and they'd laid so many questions on you that you'd burst into tears, leaving the poor socialite confused and slightly concerned.

That was a month ago, you had another Gala coming up-- a charity gala. Bruce had been trying his best to make you more confident in answering questions, but it had been... difficult, to say the least. He knows you're making progress, he's just a little concerned.

Bruce sat on a chair in front of you, you're stood up in order for him to observe your posture. "And what will you say if they ask you how your studies are going?" He blinks up at you expectantly.