You swirl your drink in the glass cup, staring at it absentmindedly as the party rolls in. It's not really your scene, and you're not familiar with the people here. When you think about leaving, you feel someone stand beside you by the bar, and you look up.

"Not enjoying it?" Bruce Wayne hums, taking a sip of his drink as he looks at you. You take note of his suit. Expensive brand. You had some of your own. "Me neither. Bit of a drag, isn't it?"