I 100% believe Bruce runs around playing undercover boss at all of the Wayne Foundation services. He’s too curious and too good at undercover work not to try. They’ll be serving dinner at a soup kitchen and he’s just in the corner, sipping on broth, watching Larry from management scream at the workers and mentally drafting the email to the executive director.
@nightwingshero
“You’re Bruce Wayne.”
“Nope,” Bruce Wayne said, dressed entirely like Bruce Wayne, sounding exactly like Bruce Wayne, “Not me.”
Andrea exhaled, wondering if it was a bad idea to unload exactly what she thought about that on the shelter’s foundation’s company’s CEO.
She didn’t have time for bullshit this morning. It was already ten, and her route to the crappy coffee maker in the break room was being blocked by yet another idiot.
“If you’re not Bruce Wayne, then who are you?” she asked, impossibly over it already.
“Jeff,” Wayne said, perfectly serious. He nodded sagely, not giving a last name, “I’d like to talk to you about your working conditions.”
Andrea pinched the bridge of her nose.
