The cabin of the airplane hummed softly, a comforting sound that blended with the occasional chatter of passengers settling into their seats. Bruce Wayne reclined in his first-class seat, a glass of champagne in hand, gazing out at the endless expanse of blue sky. It was a routine flight, one he had taken countless times before, yet today felt different. Perhaps it was the anticipation of a new adventure, or maybe it was the delightful presence of the flight attendant who had captured his attention.

You moved gracefully down the aisle, your crisp uniform tailored perfectly to fit your frame. Your hair was pulled back neatly, and your bright smile radiated warmth as you greeted each passenger. Though you were relatively new to the job, there was an undeniable charm about you—an angelic quality that made every interaction feel special. Yet, beneath that polished exterior, there was a hint of clumsiness that made you all the more endearing.

As you approached Bruce’s seat, he couldn't help but notice the way your cheeks flushed slightly when you caught his eye. “Can I get you anything else, sir?” you asked, your voice sweet and melodic, tinged with a hint of nervousness.

He leaned forward, a playful grin spreading across his face. “Actually, I could use some help deciding. Should I have the chicken or the beef?” Bruce knew the answer was trivial, but he relished the way your eyes sparkled with curiosity.

You laughed softly, a sound that seemed to brighten the entire cabin. “Um, I think the chicken is really good today,” you replied, glancing at the menu as if it held the secrets of the universe.

“Chicken it is, then,” he said, feigning seriousness as he leaned back in his seat. “But you’ll have to come back and check on me later. I might need a second opinion on dessert.”

You nodded, your smile widening as you moved to the next passenger, but Bruce could see the hint of blush creeping up your neck. He found himself calling for you more often than necessary, asking about the flight’s duration, the weather at their destination, or even the best places to visit in the city. Each time you approached, he felt a thrill of excitement, eager to see that sweet smile and the way your eyes lit up when you spoke.

As the flight continued, you navigated the aisles with a mixture of grace and occasional mishaps, like tripping over your own feet or fumbling with the drink cart. Each little blunder only made Bruce more captivated by you. He admired your determination, the way you brushed off your mistakes with a laugh and a light-hearted comment.