╰┈➤ .𖥔 ݁𝐀𝐃𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎.

╰┈➤ .𖥔 ݁𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎.

╰┈➤ .𖥔 ݁𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎.

"Chopin." He answered with a trace of a grin. He could tell this one was easily flustered, then again most often were in the face in Bruce Wayne himself. & Bruce made no objections to play the part. A flute of bubbling champagne of his own taken into his hand. ++

"So..that's why.."

There's amusement where Esme expressed his own excitement for a shared music taste. His eyes focused, twinkling in the bright manor lights. A hand delicately brushed hair from Esme's face as he speaks, capturing that true happy couple essence. "Don't be sorry for expressing yourself." ++

#𝐖𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲𝐆𝐚𝐥𝐚 "Thank you everyone for attending tonights charity gala, we've raised an exceptional amount of money that will go back to Gotham to better improve the schools, the shelters, and our local parks... Please feel free to take food to go, don't waste it." "This concludes our night."

"When you're a man with more wealth than most, it does you good to be observant of your surroundings." He muttered quietly, maintaining a smile as he plucked a crame puff from a passing waiter. An overly excited brunet who could hardly keep still. "I like classical music." ++

"You came to a party, a party in my manor that I didn't set up. Papers have gone out headlining our supposed marriage." He gived Esme's side a small squeeze. Silently telling him to ease those nerves as to not raise suspicions. "You have a ring on your hand." ++

He's calm, almost too calm for a man suddenly being subjected to telepathic communication, but he keeps poised. Drink in hand, he takes a sip before he responds. 💭: So I see. Well, Emma, was it? I hope the party finds you well.

Having made his speech, he returns himself to Esme's side, smiling & thanking those that congratulated them. A wave give as he tugs the man against him ever so gently. "I hope that clears the air enough for you. It'd be disappointing to let all these happy people feel dashed over fake love." ++

// Esme: Hey yea can you clear the air about the wedding? Bruce: Yeah yeah I got you. ✌️✨ Cas' doings.

"If I may interrupt for just a moment." He taps firmly against a champagne glass, drawing the attention of the gleeful crowd. "Many of you are here under the pretense that I and mister Esme Headley are celebrating a union of marriage tonight with this banquet." ++

"Ah.." There had not yet been such strange encounters for this caped crusader, & yet he was well aware of the abilities many special beings held. 💭: A mutant ...? A metahuman then. I have no qualms over you being here so long as it doesn't stir trouble.

// Someone tell Max that because this is young Bruce Wayne that means Alfred would be at the party gjdjfjs

"That one ... looks familiar..."

"Clear the air ... quite right. I suppose there is something I'll have to do about this. Afterall I hadn't expected a marriage of all things and I'm sure my ward would have preferred to attend." Bruce insisted with a nod. Though, with a pleasant smile he leaned in close. ++

"Emma Frost, I don't believe I'm familar. Regardless, I'm glad you could make it to the event.." He takes her hand gently, still making an attempt to decipher just who planned the event & why ... Questions for a later time.

"Esme, yes I've read about you. Afterall how could I not read about my .... Lover." He quirked a brow slowly, taking in the sight of the other man. Though, as not to raise suspicions, he rest one hand at the other's waist. A simple yet intimate gesture, a facade for his confusion.

// Mind you. This is a Year One Bruce Wayne. He's like 27. He doesnt know ANY OF THESE PEOPLE IN HIS HOME. But he has an image to uphold, so he'll play the part and figure it out as he goes along.

"I suppose I am to make an appearance at my .... own charity event. Funny, to think I almost had forgotten it. As if it were a complete surprise ... " #𝐖𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲𝐆𝐚𝐥𝐚

"Slow down, Dick. What are you talking about ... ? What do you mean come home already ... ? What party ?" "For who? MARRIED...? Great Scott ..."

❝ 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥....𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘦. ❞