Money makes the world go around. It makes the world go round. A muck, a yen, a buck, or pound is all that makes the world go around. That sweet sweet clinking clanging sound…can make the world go round.

Bruce placed down the glass in his hands, looking through his sunglasses as he studied the other wealthy and rich people at the rather exclusive beach/pool party. Though he would rather be working on some cases in the bat cave, he had to come here.

Especially with what was happening among the wealthy. He could taste the tension. But they tried not to focus on the serial killer who was going around offing the wealthy. Or the war between the old and new and in between money social classes.

Money makes the world go around, for that we can be sure. But people have seemed to realize that a revolution is just a simple thing.

And that seemed to be happening among the more poorer classes in society, the very people he wants to help. He sighed as he slipped off his glasses and made his way over to the water when something or—well, someone caught his eye.