@tasted
the light makes his head ache. even with the sunglasses as a shield between his eyes and the sun, it still never feels like enough. bruce is barely listening, pushing the man's words to the back of his mind where every meeting like this lives. rhys montrose, candidate for gotham mayor, is making his pitch. bruce tries to banish the pain, the barest flicker of a polite smile there and then gone. "... sorry. maybe i need to be clear here. i try not to make political endorsements for anyone in gotham, whether financial or personal. it's... putting my thumb on the scale a little too much."
even if bruce wayne is a ghost, the wayne name and money still talks for him.



















