Wilde & Saira
Wilde turns and levels his eyes with his new companion. It seems like a girl? The anonymity charm makes her form difficult to distinguish: a pretty silver mask with big eyes (and yet it's so hard to distinguish the ones looking out at him), the sense of sweeping blue in the shape of a dress. By now he's stopped trying to identify anyone unless a name comes to him immediately. Nothing does here, at least not yet.
"How so? Is Batman a fan of masquerades?" He turns and leans against the balcony's railing. "Seems like more of a Bruce Wayne pastime."