Rich Kids.
Chatter of party-goers filled the young billionaire's ears. He was used to this sort of life by now since childhood. His parents took him to these parties but often sent him home early for bed. But now he stayed a bit longer but no longer than he had to. To be frank he wasn't fond of these social events, he would rather attend a charity function or patrol the night as Batman. Not stand around talking to women in scantily clad dresses whose boobs were bigger than their brains.
In the corner of his eye he saw a small blond kid, looking rather annoyed. His small lips were curled into a pout and his arms were folded. It reminded him of when he was that age and he still felt the same on the inside about these events. "Excuse me, ladies."
The girls blinked in confusion as he left them and he approached the kid. "Hey there." he said. Bruce lowered himself to his height and smiled a little, hoping to lighten the mood. "My name's Bruce and you are..?"
