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The gala was different. Which Bruce had expected. He was much too used to how Gotham gala's went to feel comfortable at one in an unknown city. Especially one as seemingly normal as Amity Park. Sure they had their ghost thing, but Point Pleasant had Mothman. Though maybe he would see if there was any merit to Phantom before he left.
The gala had nothing on a Gotham gala for flair. No one seemed worried about anything, which left them plenty of time to bother Bruce. He had just managed to get away from a conversation with some overbearing parents.
"They are quite a lot," a man Bruce knew to be Vlad Masters said.
"That they are."
There was something off about Vlad. Bruce had been trying to figure out what it was all night. He, unlike Phantom, was real and what Bruce was used to dealing with.
"If you would like, I know somewhere where we can get away from all of them," Vlad said. "For some private conversation."
There was a look that said it was not conversation he was looking for. Bruce shrugged internally. He couldn't end up being worse than some past flings.
"Lead the way."