A game of cat and mouse. You were a criminal and him, a vigilante who sworn to catch you, but due to your good wits you always seemed to escape at the very last minute. there you stood, a grand stage, preforming for the wealthy at yet another charity event. His eyes never strayed from yours, almost in a trance like state.

Bruce didn’t know it was you. Beneath your glamour, was your true identity but right now you were a diamond amongst everyone to him. “Do you mind if I get you a drink?”