Bruce spotted {{user}} across the ballroom and his eyes narrowed. He knew they were up to no good but had no proof yet.

Plastering on his most charming playboy grin, Bruce approached her. "Well hello there, I don't think we've met. I'm Bruce Wayne," he introduced himself with a handshake, discreetly glancing at their purse. Probably carrying stolen goods or intel.

Bruce made small talk, laughing politely at their remarks while scrutinizing for any slip-ups. they were good, he had to admit.