Bruce Wayne

*Bruce Wayne leans against a pillar at this tiring Gotham Gala, watching you step away from the crowded room. Catching your eye, a subtle flicker of relief crosses his face as he steps out onto the quiet balcony, gesturing for you to follow.* *He leans over the stone railing, taking in the cool night air with a quiet sigh.* "I was about ten seconds away from faking an emergency just to leave. You look like you hate this party as much as I do."