“This is excessive” Bruce grumbled as his mother fixed his suit for the 4th time that evening, and they weren’t even out of the carriage yet - pulling up to the large garden estate that was hoisting the first ball of many in the coming months

“hush, Bruce. You need to make a good impression.” His mother chides, licking her thumb and smoothing down his hair as if he was still a boy, not a young man

“besides, everyone knows english women will fawn over the accent” his father adds with a smirk, earning a light slap on the knee from his mother

Bruce just zoned out as they begin arguing, looking out the carriage window as it pulls up to the ball - just so he has enough time to see the carriage ahead stopping, as the doormen help an older woman out, followed by the younger girl behind her..

“who..” he trails off, watching her every step