xvitium The Godfrey family were often invited to fancy dos and slick soirées, and now as the year approaches it close it is no different. This time it's New Years Eve and they're hosting, last time it was some other rich as fuck family. He doesn't care much for the parties though they are the event of the year, and even more so when the Godfreys host. Olivia, his mother, is known for her fine tastes.    His parents are both dead, Roman, you had better be nice to him, the words still ring in his ears, her voice a niggling pain at the base of his skull that he just can't get rid of.   'Be nice to Bruce, Roman, be nice to him,' he grumbles to himself. As far as Roman knows he's on his own, a cigarette in his hand and a drink in the other despite the fact that he is definitely not old enough to drink or to smoke. At sixteen he's really pushing the boat out.   'I wish she was fucking d--'   Roman spins around to pour himself another drink when he sees the very boy he's been thinking about. Bruce Wayne. Bruce Wayne had been invited as his parents had been friends of his father's some time ago, and now it was just Bruce, Bruce and the old man.    'Sorry, didn't see you there. Drink?'
