The end-of-year party thrown at Wayne Manor was talked about constantly. Throughout the year, people would gossip about who was invited, the lavish fireworks that were set to go off, outperforming each year.

Bruce enjoyed the party, in all honesty. Sure, he wasn’t the biggest fan of the company -- most were invited for political reasons -- but the party itself was fun. Ever since he was young, New Year had been one of his favorite days. A new beginning, he supposed. Or something poetic to that effect; he was no poet, after all.

But he enjoyed the party thoroughly. The food was delicious as always, and the firework display he had set up was to be his best yet, as it was every year.

Stepping out on the balcony now, he smiled as he saw them alone. A true friend among a sea of frauds and annoying politicians. He stepped over, leaning against the railing.

“Will you stay for the show?”