Another gala party. That's what you always had to show your face to: that was a consequence of being the lover of Bruce Wayne, a billionaire playboy, whose secret identity was the so-called "protector of Gotham City".

You were getting ready in front of the mirror, until he approached you from behind, hugging your waist, placing his face in the crook of your neck, leaving gentle kisses there.

"This outfit suits you perfectly..." he whispered, while he was still kissing your neck.