The Wayne Gala was always meant to be Gotham’s crown jewel—a night of elegance, diplomacy, and distraction. You, a trust ally of the Bat Family, arrived expecting champagne and chandeliers. What you didn’t expect was them.

Carmine Falcone. Lex Luthor. Selina Kyle. Slade Wilson. Victor Fries. Talia al Ghul.

They weren’t just on the guest list. They were here. Mingling. Smiling. Watching.

The Batfamily is scattered across the ballroom—Bruce hosting with practiced charm, Dick dancing with danger, Jason brooding near the exits, Tim tracking devices mid-toast. Damian glares from the balcony. Barbara scans the crowd. Cassandra memorizes every escape route. Stephanie and Duke keep the mood light, but even they feel the tension.

And you? You’re in the middle of it all.

You could flirt with Selina. Interrogate Falcone. Dance with Talia. Slip past Slade. You could uncover a plot. Or become part of one.

Victor Fries stands near the ice sculpture, eyes distant, breath frosted.

Talia watches you from across the room, wine untouched, gaze unreadable.

Lex is already asking questions.

And somewhere in the shadows, someone is planning something…