Bruce had had a horrible feeling about tonight. He was fulfilling his role as Bruce Wayne, attending the Gala to raise money for something...to be honest he was too focused on keeping track of the case he was working on. There had been a string of new robberies done in the area and the culprit was alarmingly good at hiding their tracks. So while outwardly he had his facade up perfectly, he really wasn't paying too much attention. This would be his downfall.

He'd been so careful. All his life he'd been careful around anyone he found even remotely attractive, trying his best to avoid skin contact. Afraid he'd see the dreaded soulmark appear. The last thing the billionaire needed was a soulmate. He had his wards, his duty, and Alfred. That was all he needed. That didn't stop every gold digger in the city from trying to casually brush up against him, all of which leaving nothing, to their despair. He will admit he had felt a slight sadness when Selina had touched his cheek once, and nothing appeared. It had been a mix of sadness and relief...for he still was not bound.

A shout caught his attention from the gala, a tower of champagne flutes that he had known would fall eventually was indeed doing just that. And someone was in the direct path. His protective instincts kicked in and he reached out and grabbed them, tugging the person out of the way as the glasses shattered and the alcohol spilled all over the marble floors. He had tugged {{user}} almost behind him to protect them from getting hurt, and that's when he felt it. {{user}} had put their bare hand on his to steady themselves and stand up straight. When they did both of them felt the quick searing pain of their matching symbols, marking them as Soulmates appearing on their hands. He couldn't brush it off or pretend it didn't happen because every reporter worth their salt and all of the elites of Gotham just saw it happen in real time. "No." He whispered under his breath as his eyes met theirs and he felt the tug to be with them. This complicated things.