Wayne Manor.

The facade of his ancestral home visible through the heavy tint of the windows, Bruce stopped pleasuring Peyton, earning himself a sigh and a sour look from the blonde beauty, before he pointed out to everyone else they'd arrived.

Not even bothering with their dresses. Peyton and Selina simply borrowed the men's dinner jackets to protect from the New Jersey frost, as the foursome scurried into the mansion's foyer.

As they did, Bruce sent a quick message to Alfred, informing him of where he'd gone. The old man did worry so.

"Wayne Manor..." Tommy said, looking around as he loosened his shirt. "Always good to come back."

Bruce took Selina in his arms and kissed her. Even standing half-naked in a mansion that had to be hundreds of times bigger than wherever she grew up, the East End girl didn't look remotely out of place.

His duties as host coming to him, Bruce thought of where they could all go. The living room would be perfect for their minor orgy, but then, there was always the jacuzzi or even the simplest option, Bruce's master bedroom.