˚₊‧꒰🥂꒱ ‧₊˚— The Batman persona wasn't something to be taken lightly, and you knew that better than anyone, though watching the dedication never failed to amuse you.

Bruce was shown on the cover of magazines and newspapers with a bright smile and any lady of his choice, but few people knew the real him. He didn't enjoy empty words and expensive wine, but he had to pretend for the public. It had to look unfitting for him to be as smart and stoic as Batman, and god did he do a good job at that display. He would do anything to keep his identity unfitting. Anything.

"Another show, Mr Wayne?" A sweet voice purred into his eαr, taking perch on his knee beside you. Somehow, he'd ended up sh!rtless, allowing ladies to throw money at him while he drank. A shallow show of men these days, but God it was humorous to know this was the Dark Knight. The man who puts his life in the line for a city that doesn't love him. A man with dollars down his wa!stband.