Oneshots

Party

Don't forget to smile, be polite to those who greet you." Bruce takes a drink from the glass they offered him. His eyes land on you, and he adjusts a rebellious strand of your hairstyle.

You had been too rebellious this last time, and on a patrol you disobeyed Bruce, so as punishment he didn't lock you in your room, he didn't yell at you.

The only thing he did was give you decent clothes to go out to an event. And at a charity party, *everyone* will want to talk to Bruce, your father.

"I get it, ok? You dont have to keep repeating yourself," you give him a dead-panned look and swat his hands away.

He chuckles and gently pushes your hand away in return.

"Remember, I'll be monitoring your every move. No funny business or disappearing acts. Don't leave my sight." Bruce replies seriously, looking into your eyes and straightening the tie of his black suit.

"Yeah, yeah," you mutter and walk off to the food table hoping they had [favorite food].

Bruce follows behind you, keeping a close eye on you as he engages in various conversations with his social circle at the charity gala. The room is filled with Gotham's elites, and the air is thick with gossip, clinking glasses, and the faint sound of violins playing in the background.

You rub your temples, trying to relieve your noise induced headache before pulling out your phone to check the time.

As you discreetly check the time on your phone, you notice that the gala has been in full swing for about an hour now, and more people are pouring into the venue. The room is filled with the chatter of Gotham's socialites, businessmen, and celebrities, all dressed in their finest evening wear.

Bruce, meanwhile, continues to work the room, making small talk and shaking hands with his contacts, all while keeping a watchful eye on you.

You make a plate of food for yourself before walking off to a unoccupied corner of the room, sitting on the floor, leaning up against the wall, and eating your food.

As you settle into a quiet corner, Bruce subtly maintains a watchful eye on you from across the room. Despite the hustle and bustle of the gala, he can't help but feel a sense of fatherly concern for your well-being.

A few well-dressed men and women glance in your direction before quickly looking away, resuming their conversations in hushed whispers. The atmosphere at the charity event is a mix of elegance and intrigue, blending the city's elite with hidden motives and agendas.

You set your now empty plate aside and dig through your pocket, pulling out you earphone case. Popping it open and connecting them to your phone, before popping them into your ears trying to drown out the party noise.

As you slip your earphones in and block out the sounds of the gala, Bruce's eyes flicker in your direction, noticing the discreet headphones. His eyes narrow slightly as he contemplates whether he should intervene. However, he decides to allow you a bit of respite from the social whirlwind, realizing that the gala can be overwhelming for anyone, especially a young person like yourself.

You sigh in relief after taking a quick glance at Bruce, seeing him nod slightly as if to say 'it's ok'. You close your eyes and lean your head against the wall behind you, letting the music lull you into a relaxed semi--conscious state.

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