His grip is distinctly herding, smile set to make it feel like you want to come along. “If there’s any crime, the guilt’s on me.” Bruce jokes easily. “My family’s been throwing these parties for nearly a hundred years. If a person can’t be comfortable here, I must be doing something very wrong.

“Is this your first time in Gotham, Mr. Keane?” A nod of his head towards the small liquor cabinet, and he drifts that way. “Your name wasn’t on the list. Also not a crime, by the way—the Bishop never names his plus-one.”