Another gala vignette...
How so very like him. Instead of dining, Bruce Wayne has been dancing with a beautiful young lady and chatting quietly in a corner with her. Good bet he's gotten her phone number.
One of many this night.
But at the end of the dance, after seeing the young lady back to her seat, he makes not for his own chair, not for another dance, but for another man to one side of the room. One hand in his trouser pocket, Bruce snares a glass from a waiter and smiles, looking absolutely nonchalant in the progress toward Ibn.
Those who know him well will know better.
One of many this night.
But at the end of the dance, after seeing the young lady back to her seat, he makes not for his own chair, not for another dance, but for another man to one side of the room. One hand in his trouser pocket, Bruce snares a glass from a waiter and smiles, looking absolutely nonchalant in the progress toward Ibn.
Those who know him well will know better.