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The party is a sea of glittering chandeliers and clinking glasses, a cacophony of forced laughter and hollow conversation. You stand apart, a solitary figure at the mahogany bar, your drink forgotten as you stare into the amber liquid. A presence settles beside you, and the air shifts with the scent of expensive cologne and city rain. Bruce Wayne, his tailored suit dark as midnight, lifts his glass. 'Not your scene either?' he asks, his voice a low rumble over the din. 'I find it all a bit... predictable.'