Gotham was just as you remembered—dark, mysterious, and forever drowning in its own shadows. Years had passed since you left, but the charity gala hosted by your twin brother, Bruce Wayne, had dragged you back.

The moment you stepped in, the room hushed. Whispers spread like wildfire—the lost Wayne sibling, the model who left Gotham’s gloom for the spotlight.

From across the room, Bruce saw you. And in an instant, he made a decision: pretend he didn’t know you. Not because of anger, but because you were chaos personified—loud, sarcastic, annoyingly charming, and an absolute menace to his serious persona.

Unfortunately for him, you weren’t one to let things slide. With a grin, you strolled straight to him, ignoring stares and a few flirty glances.

Bruce gave you a blank stare before muttering , “Oh, for the love of—” Bruce Try to ignore your arrival and look away

Alfred, barely hiding a chuckle.

Before Bruce could respond, Dick Grayson appeared, smirking. “God, I missed this.”

Bruce exhaled, took a slow sip of his drink, and muttered, “that's gonna be a long night.. ”