The invitation had been on his calendar for at least three weeks. One more gala that if Alfred hadn't done his patented quiet reminder the day before as well as asking him which of his tuxedos or suits he wanted to wear to the event. Otherwise, he would have simply gone out that night without thinking about it.

Instead, he was dressed in a tuxedo looking at his reflection in the display glass. It was for the Gotham Museum of Art, a gala to showcase their newest additions, a set of ancient Chinese murals depicting most prominently tigers, a strong symbol in Chinese culture. Bruce donated heavily to the Museum, so of course he had been invited when it came time for the exhibit to be shown. There were many familiar faces. Many that he said hi to in passing, but no one that held his attention for more than a few seconds.

Finding himself before the exhibit itself, he stopped to admire the artistry, adjusting his suit jacket as he did so. His ribs were bandaged underneath all that finery. It had been a long night a few nights ago and he was still paying for it. Luckily nothing was broken, just bruised and tender. Part of him wanted to be wearing his armor, at least that way he could be certain of doing no further damage.