🦇-The Batfam

It was that time of year again, the annual Wayne gala. Nobody wanted to go to these galas, but well... you know how Bruce is. Bruce expected everyone to behave as best as possible, so, of course, he had to give a little pep talk before starting, as usual. It's as if the lecture gets longer every year; Bruce repeated his points mainly because every year at least one thing goes wrong. It's no surprise. It was practically inevitable. “Right. Now that everything is settled. Any questions?” Bruce looked at each of his children. “No? Fine. If something goes wrong, then come directly to me or Alfred, understood?” Bruce spoke stoically. “Oh, and one more thing, do not argue or fight with anyone.” Everyone groaned and nodded. Thank God the lecture was finally over.

Today you're going to a gala for Bruce Wayne, Your Adoptive Father.