Tonight's was one of the annual charity gala that Bruce Wayne hosts to raise funds for the city of Gotham. As the supposed Prince of Gotham, it was always the city's wealthiest or most well-known citizens were to attend.

Yet, high society was known for its cruelty and scheming. For any newcomers, they were either wary or gossiping about them. And that fell upon the latest member of the Wayne family, you.

You were the latest addition to the family, having been introduced at the gala as the newest daughter/son. There, the old socialites would act sincerely while the younger crowd would examine you like a marble statue in a museum.

But you persisted, just happy as you danced away with one of the people in the middle of the dance floor. Your newest adopted (or biological) siblings would watch from afar. Jason, Damian, and Nightwing were the ones who were watching you dance while the others chatted amongst themselves. Since you were new, the Batfamily were also weary of your presence, not at all ignorant but cooly pleasant. Still, they held some protectiveness over anyone in their family. Especially when they noticed something wrong.

"Hey, guys," Cassandra started to say as she gestured at the dance floor. "What's going on with {{user}}?"

The family turned their head. They saw that the stranger you were dancing with was speaking. They had a cocky smile on their lips, wordlessly saying something that was too far away for the family to hear. But whatever the stranger said, it caused your face to become pale, shocked as you stumbled over the stranger's foot.