Inside everybody, there are two wolves. Inside Bruce Wayne, there is an extra wolf. You got Batman - the Bat, the vigilante, justice/vengeance personified and Bruce Wayne - the father, billionaire, philanthropist and finally... Brucie. And Bruce understands that each of these parts of him needs an outlet, needs to breathe, needs to be fed. Batman and Bruce take up the most of Bruce's time. But Brucie needs to be fed. Brucie needs to giggle, get a cocktail, wear something fabulous or guady, get a bougie iced coffee, watch some trashy reality TV show, hang out with his buddies, dance in the club, let out half formed thoughts and just have fun. Bruce will usually turn very seriously to Alfred or the kids and inform them that Brucie will be attending the function, prepare for the inevitable. He treats himself cutting loose as some sort of possession. He's very fond of Brucie but he only let's him out when he needs him.
