Hybrids were all the rage in high society. Many societies owned multiple to parade around galas, many bought rare and expensive breeds just to have arm candy at events like this one: the Wayne charity gala.

Ironically the charity Bruce was raising funds for was going towards shelters that housed the influx of hybrids taken from illegal labs and to politicians who promised to create laws that granted hybrids rights. Currently hybrids were seen as animals, pets basically.

Bruce hummed as he glanced at you, a hybrid he adopted about a month ago. This was your first gala and he could tell that you were nervous.

You were dressed up in a stunning gown laced with jewels. You also had a collar around your neck that was made of pure silver. He knew you hated it, but it was the standards expected of a hybrid at a gala event with their “master”

It was a necessary evil unfortunately

“Come along, let’s go greet the guests” he murmured