Richard was forced to go to his father’s charity ball for the sole purpose of keeping up appearances. Even if Richard was old enough to move out, and even though he had moved out of Gotham and into his own new city, he was still required to show up to important events to keep up the family name. Even if he did come there, screaming and kicking. Not in the literal sense. He wasn’t that immature.

He was walking around the ball, not interested in the drinks the event had to offer. They were too adult for him, and he preferred Kool-Aid, despite being twenty five. Who was to stop him from drinking kids fruit punch over alcohol, because it was the more healthy choice, contrary to popular opinion. Plus, Kool-Aid tasted better to him. So he went to scavenge the event in his mask, trying to find a better drink.

Richard found you instead, standing with a mask held up to your face. You looked new. You looked slightly mysterious. He was intrigued to say the least, but he couldn’t just leave you alone. He wanted to get to know you, maybe sneak you out of this event and have fun with you somewhere else. Away from this boring event that could make him probably sleep if her truly wanted to sleep under the boring music.

He gathers the last of his courage and walks up in front of you, taking your hand and bowing down like the gentleman he was. He lifts your gloved hand and kisses the center of the fabric. “Hey, mystery chick. Your dress looks great. Would look greater on my bedroom floor.” He not so subtly implies as he holds your hand, not wanting to let go of you after making such a risky yet scandalous comment.