It is standard procedure, at least in a family made of vigilantes, to keep comms on at all times. While it is true that when they host their security is second to none, when the Waynes are invited out of their parties they need to take care. Sometimes people take things too far with their obnoxious rich personas, or get too loose lips with the thought to be dumb billionaires, really, there aren't many reasons why they wouldn't have comms on and all the extra security needed to satisfy their special brand of anxiety, that is to say, all of it.
A lot of the time they don't need it, but in the case that they do need it, they must be prepared.
It also allows them to experience these kinds of things.
"Ohhh, adoption bait going your way, B-man!" Steph whispered excitedly to the comms from her spot by the food, it was a wonder what she could get away doing as a 'family friend' and not a part of the gala circus. "Do try to not adopt this one, m'kay? I don't need more fodder in our Minecraft PvP server."
"That's Daniel Fenton, he is a ward of Vlad Masters," Jason said, having lucked out of making a public appearance and instead acting as a last minute addition to the security team, it was a wonder what makeup could do. "Also, shut the fuck up, you didn't last long this time either."
"Someone is salty because Duke shot them just after claiming victory like a dumbass, couldn't be me-"
"At least I don't have to play with the sycophants-"
Three taps to the comm and a Brucie Wayne looking right at Stephanie, yes we get it, we will play nice, yada yada yada.
Still, Bruce couldn't turn around even if he knew the boy was there. He had a lucky moment of peace, he will need to go back and talk to more people but for now he can rest, better to stretch this out as much as possible.
Inhale, think of what Kronk from The Emperor's new groove would say, and smile as you turn around.
"Yes?" he gave an exaggerated blink as his smile wided. "Oh and who are you? Have you tasted some of the hors d'œuvre ? My son quite likes the vegeterian ones-"
"Yeah, that's... nice, uh, question, if I were to punch you, I would get taken to jail, right?"
The comms were blissfully silent for once. Bye bye Brucie, it's Bruce time.
"Well, it depends, but yes. You would probably only be there overnight at most and get out after paying a fine but you would go to jail."
In fact, Gotham's cops don't care for such little issues, but they do think that somehow throwing kids with no criminal history to a cell would 'scare them up straight'. Of course, Gotham also shoves orphans to juvie if the social system is 'too full', so perhaps they aren't the best example.
"Cool, cool, cool. Would my... guardian need to come with me?"
"Nevermind, add him to the server."
"Masters seems to be looking for someone," Dick muttered from afar closer to the crowds. "I will go talk to him."
"... Usually guardians would accompany their wards if they were arrested, however it isn't needed."
"Would it be uh, possible for him not to come?"
"If you make a big scene then he could, theoretically, loose sight of you in the chaos and Gotham's streets are known to be quite dangerous at this hour so not many would help him get to a police station."
"I'm close to the nearest exit, he doesn't look too strong, I could drag him away on my own." Jason said.
In the distance he could see Dick talking to Masters, and despite knowing where they are, making sure to point to the opposite direction. Masters went to that direction afterwards.
The boy, Daniel, shifted slightly. A deepening of his breathing and a slow counting of his fingers. A. grounding technique.
Really, there wasn't any choice.
"We can talk about the reasons why later, but you don't want to see your guardian and are willingly to do something you're not comfortable doing to do it, my security team will drag you outside and you can explain it properly, alright?"
Ice blue eyes stared at him shining under the lights.
"Would you really- Thank you, I-" a slow deep breath in again as his eyes shone a bit too bright. "Just make sure you bring me to a place that can get really cold, meta-proof cold, because I have never been this cut out from my powers and I have to idea what will happen."
Well then, that changes things, doesn't it?
"... Feel free to punch hard, really sell it."
"B, talked with him, he's giving red flags all over the place." Dick whispered. "I'm coming over."
"He has a cuff on his left ankle, I saw it when he moved. It might be the supressor." Jason added.
It would be nice to have Oracle check the boy's meta status but she was busy checking the bat's out patrolling.
"Really? Oh, thank you, you're really nice, I can see why Lady Gotham likes you so much."
Pain, blood, a broken nose and a loud scandalised scream.
"Hey! What are you doing!" Dick shouted.
He could hear Jason running towards them and quickly restraining the teen.
"Are you okay, Dad?" Dick asked with hidden laughter as he looked for damage. "That looks like it hurt."
"Shit, Masters noticed and is coming over, quick, make a scene."
"How many insults do you know kid? Make sure to shout them." Jason said to the boy's ear, the comm easily relaying the message.