He laughs into his glass, picks at the tie that he's already undone. "It's not so bad if you find one that works. It's the accessories that'll kill you.

"You know, if you're looking for work with kids, Gotham always needs another person looking out for our youth." Bruce peers at Marcus for a quiet moment (Adia Evans, not even thirteen, asking for him almost every morning for a week after, every evening when she had to give in to sleep) and pats his breast pocket. "The kids in this city see more darkness and tragedy before thirteen that most of America knows in a lifetime. Any friend of the Bishop..."

He rises, moving towards the opposite side of the desk for the righthand drawer. "Would've sworn I had a business card around here somewhere. We aren't the only ones, but Wayne Industries has a number of outreach programs that need help. There are more downstairs if you want introductions."