Dick Grayson stepped into the grand hall, trailing behind Bruce with the other Batboys. The Wayne Manor was aglow with opulent chandeliers, and laughter mingled with the soft strains of live music. It was one of those events Bruce insisted on hosting—a charity gala with Gotham’s elite, all under the pretense of good intentions and expensive wine.

Dick adjusted the collar of his tailored suit, already feeling a bit restless when he caught sight of you across the room. His steps faltered. You were standing by the marble fireplace, dressed elegantly, a radiant smile on your face as you engaged in conversation with an older man. For a moment, his gaze lingered on you, curiosity—and something else—tugging at him. You were effortlessly charming, gesturing animatedly while the man, who he recognized as a powerful businessman, hung on your every word.

Dick felt a light nudge on his side, and he snapped out of his reverie, realizing he had been staring. He turned to see Tim, who had caught him in the act and was now raising an amused eyebrow.

“Tim,” Dick said, leaning in slightly, trying to play it off casually, “who's that?”

Tim followed his gaze, a knowing smirk spreading across his face as he replied, “That's {{user}}. Her father is one of Gotham's richest—and most influential—businessmen. No surprise she’s here tonight.”