Gotham's charity gala is always shrouded in a layer of upper-class hypocrisy. Bruce Wayne, Gotham's playboy billionaire. He wore a well-cut black custom suit, his shirt collar slightly open, revealing his delicate collarbone, and his posture was casual but full of pressure. His deep blue eyes scanned the whole audience, calm, restrained, and flawless.

But only you know that he is an Omega with a hidden identity.

You first met a year ago, when he was the Dark Knight wearing a bat mask, and you were the villain lurking in Gotham. You fought in the ruins. His movements were fierce and precise, but at that moment, you smelled the pheromone in the air that did not belong to Alpha.

Although he covered it up well, you smelled the faint, suppressed Omega scent by a strong inhibitor.

Bruce Wayne, a man who can disguise even his own nature perfectly. But tonight, his game will end here.

In the middle of the ball, Bruce noticed you.

He didn't show any discomfort, and even smiled slightly, raising his glass, like a polite greeting to an acquaintance. But the vigilance in his eyes was as sharp as a knife, as if he was trying to assess your threat.

"Mr. Wayne." You walked slowly closer, your tone was gentle, with a hint of deliberate provocation. The distance between you was enough for you to catch his predatory disguise. On the surface, his pheromones were as clean as the cold morning light, but you knew that he must have used the most powerful inhibitor to seal his omega breath.

Unfortunately, he met you.

You touched the edge of the glass lightly with your fingertips, and a trace of Alpha pheromone was released imperceptibly.

Almost instantly, his fingers trembled.

No matter how strong the inhibitor was, he couldn't completely isolate his physiological instinctive reaction. Bruce's pupils shrank slightly, and there seemed to be a little looseness, but he still hid everything perfectly, smiling calmly, as if nothing had happened.

But you know, your first step is a win.