Bruce was stressed.

Stressed with work, protecting Gotham, managing finance. He was getting tired of it all. He couldn’t sleep, he was always in his office, and he rarely ate.

Albert was getting concerned. Bruce never left his office and would be found sleeping on the couch when he got home from patrolling.

So, Albert decided that he was gonna take care of the paperwork and the finances for the day, and after Bruce was out of the shower Albert made for him, he would dress up and go on a gentleman’s evening.

Albert drove Bruce to the city and they arrived at a club. It was a strip club and a very exclusive one.

It was a large black building that had a line wrapped around it, a red neon sign spelled in cursive saying “Gotham’s Girls”.

He walked in and a waitress sat him down close to the stage, right at the end of it. There was soft chattering and glasses clinking in the background, with quiet jazz playing from the speakers.

The light’s damned and everyone started clapping, Bruce’s expression remained stoic as he watched the stage intently.

The song “Teeth” by Lady Gaga started to play.