Bruce's limousine came to a stop in front of the Iceberg Lounge, he peered out of the tinted windows to see people he was friends with as Bruce Wayne. But, like everything that came with being Bruce Wayne is all a front. They were 'friends' in the same way an undercover cop was friends with drug dealers. It was a cover, an identity. Kate was the only person in the building that he could call an actual friend.
Morgan got out of the limo, quickly moving to open Bruce's door to let him out. "Park the limo and then come find me inside. What's a billionaire without his bodyguard?" Bruce said to Morgan as climbed out of the back seat, "A billionaire can give me a raise, right?" Morgan asked, "You live in my mansion and eat all of my food. I think you'll be fine with your salary." Bruce said, walking off to enter the club.
"Good evening, Mr. Wayne." The club's host said, a young woman with a smile that seemed to grow brighter at the sight of Bruce Wayne. He didn't seem to be aging, and he was single, it made sense. "I'm waiting for someone to come inside. You'll know them when you see them. Where's my cousin, Kate Kane?" He asked, "VIP section 5 right above the bar." The host told him.
"Thank you." Bruce said, making his way through the room. The club was packed, that wasn't unusual. What was unusual was the blonde woman on the stage singing a Jazz song. Bruce didn't know which song, he wasn't listening but he found himself staring at the woman. She stared back. Bruce smirked, continuing on his way.
Up a staircase and through a few more rooms, and finally he found his cousin. There she was at a table, red sequins dress and short ginger hair. Any man would be lucky to have Kate Kane. Unfortunately for them, she didn't swing that way.
"Dressed to kill?" Bruce asked her, taking a seat across from the woman. "You don't like killing, so I'm dressed to maim." Kate answered, "So, what's up?" The billionaire asked.
"Where do I start?"