Wayne's Arrival
When it came to benefits Bruce had little choice of whether to attend. He was certainly the first on any charity's list given his wealth and social status and there was no end to the lengths people would go to cajole him into attending. It basically would be a snub for Bruce to say no to one without an ironclad excuse, and he didn't need to have any enemies in that part of his life.
Besides, as Alfred would remind him, it was required that he maintain his playboy lifestyle to a large enough extent to avoid any questions. These events were the dues he paid to avoid being exposed.
Bruce had let Alfred choose his date. The man considered it a portion of his job, it seemed, to keep up on viable options for such things and always had a cogent argument about who was right for what. It worked for Bruce, the more he took part in the decision the worse he felt about it. It wasn't in his nature to change women like a set of clothing, but he certainly couldn't risk letting anyone too close.
And so here he was, sliding out of a Wayne Enterprise limousine and extending an arm for his date. He was dressed in a simple tux. She slid out of the car in a short golden dress, her legs preceding her. Bruce slid an arm around her slender waist as she stood and raised a hand in a wave to the crowd of paparazzi before slipping through the doors of the grand hotel. One hand on her bare back, Bruce led her away from the doors, out of the crush. "How soon can we start drinking, do you think?" he asked her.