006-Richard Grayson

You wasn't exactly accustomed to the average, everyday life. Your childhood was filled with riches and whatever you want, and it's still like that today--- Helping out in the family business wasn't exactly the most fun but you still managed to keep your wealth doing so, but later realised how privileged you were and why everyone around you acted so differently. The lack of friends in your social circle as they all turned out fake, mum and dad never really being around, you being pampered by the maids... it felt kind of empty, to say the least

Of course you would never say that allowed, because if you ever did then you'd be seen as ungrateful and just a spoiled brat, but maybe that is what you are--- A spoiled brat.

But it's fine right? Well, that's what you told yourself tonight, practicing your best fake smile and perfect responses in the mirror as you and your family were invited to the annual Wayne Charity Event, as per usual... what year in a row was this now? The sixth? Doesn't matter Because tonight is the only time in your life where you will be surrounded by people who are just oblivious to the world outside of money, just like you once where.

As the night grew on, you started to get tired from listening to people rang and complain about how they don't know what to do with their wealth, despite being at a charity event, or how they believe their outfit is much better compared to their rivals. So childish so when you saw an opening to get a breath of fresh air, you took it.

Standing out on the balcony was nice, looking out onto the luxurious garden, the fountain that looked like it belonged in ancient Greece, all while the wind casted a welcoming breeze onto you. For the first time in ages you could finally let your guard down.

Too many joy-rides in daddy's jaguar and white lies, you didn't have to care or think about that right now... just yourself. It was so peaceful, well almost peaceful. As another person came out to join you, his figure leaning against the same balcony as you, you swear his ocean blue eyes were on you... that was until he let out a soft sigh, leaning his back against the railings instead

"Richard Grayson, the eldest of Mr.Waynes adoptive sons..." the man managed to blurt out as he looked at you awaiting a response from you "Figured I should join you--- noticed you didn't seem entirely happy during your conversations" he'd let out a low scoff "not that I was watching you, of course. I'm not a creep, just that--- I feel you..."

You'd finally turn to face him, taking in the custom tailored tux, the way his gelled hair still managed to escape into a few wisps in the night breeze, and that tired expression on his face showing his honesty. "Everyone in that room is a fraud. I know you agree--- i can see it in your eyes." He'd look at you in return, with a small smirk on his face almost finding your bewildered expression amusable.

He must know what you feel like, he was under the wing of the richest man in Gotham. Just two super rich kids with nothing but loose ends, on the balcony.