Re: Dinah and Bruce
Alfred had insisted on doing the makeup himself, even though Bruce could have managed alone, or even done without, since it was under the mask. It was a nice touch though, and he had spent much of the evening removing it for the benefit of (mostly) flirtatious socialites who at least pretended to be very impressed. It was tiresome, but his smile never faded as he mingled and made small talk. It was for a good cause, after all, and watching the children running past in the direction of the rides or somewhere else threatened to make him forget that he'd rather be elsewhere.
Rounding a turn in the path where the various games had been set up, he found Dinah, and this time his smile was genuine. "Fay Wray," he said appreciatively. He had seen a lot of costumes that night - some classics, like Dracula and Frankenstein's Monster, and even a Wolf Man and a Creature from the Black Lagoon. Others were completely foreign to him, or variations on something recognizable, like zombie cheerleaders, or cheerleaders carrying stakes and crosses, or a vampire covered in luster dust. This was something creative.
"The bracelets are a nice touch." He knew about the scars beneath, but he liked the effect just the same.