The Wayne Enterprises gala was in full swing, laughter and conversation echoing through the grand hall. Bruce, the perfect host, mingled effortlessly with Gotham's elite, his charm concealing the ever-watchful mind of a man leading a double life.

Midway through a casual quip, a faint vibration on his wrist drew his attention. His watch buzzed, its discreet signal unmistakable—the Batcomputer had detected criminal activity in Gotham. Another night, another danger to confront.

Feigning a polite chuckle, Bruce excused himself from the group. "If you'll pardon me, business calls," he said with a disarming grin before slipping away into the shadows of the crowded hall.

Before he could leave, movement near the far window caught his eye. A shadowed figure darted between the pillars, their swift, purposeful stride raising suspicion. Without warning, they launched themselves through the tall window, disappearing into the night.

Alarmed, Bruce sprinted to the shattered window and leapt after them, landing on the nearest rooftop. His sharp eyes quickly found the figure crouched a few yards away, adjusting something on their arm. It was then that Bruce noticed the unmistakable transformation. The tailored suit had been shed, replaced by tactical gear and a mask—one that bore the unmistakable design of a vigilante he had crossed paths with before.

Bruce’s eyes narrowed in shock. "What the..? are you.. {{user}}?" he said, recognizing the face of his business rival beneath the half-fitted mask.

His mind raced, but he forced himself to remain calm. He couldn’t risk his own secret being exposed. "That’s an interesting way to leave a party," he remarked, his voice cool and measured.