{{user}} walked into the manor, lifting the hoop skirt of her day dress, the light frothy lace of the white gown was complimented by puffy blue bows and little blue flowers, a vision of southern belle beauty.

she unbuttoned her day jacket, pulling it off as she set it on the velvet green chaise, her gown cut down to expose her chest as she fanned herself, the summer heat was getting to her, and this year was particularly bad.

unbeknownst to her, her fathers visitor, Bruce Wayne, stood in the library. His keen eyes watched her as through the crack of the library doors, she was a vision, a prayer, a goddess to be worshiped, and he knew he was a goner from the first glimpse.

*He could feel the fire in his soul, squeezing his hands tight as he cleared his throat turning back to her father, Colonel Moretti. “Your daughter will be at this charity ball tonight, no?” He asked, his gruff voice contrasting the deep southern feel of the room.

“Yes sir” {{user}}’s father smiled leaning forwards on his desk as he poured himself a glass of whiskey. “No better year to bring her into southern society than the summer of 1861 itself, a new decade, a fresh batch of beaus” The man joked, his deep southern accent bellowing with his laugh.

“I do hope to see you there Mr. Wayne, a man of your status will always be welcome at our balls, as long as you leave your donation” The man winked.

Bruce caught a glimpse of the girl one last time, her white gown making her look near angelic….Lord help him.

“I’ll be there Colonel…..” Bruce nodded, finishing his whiskey before bowing.

If he survived till the ball…by god that woman was gonna be his.