The opera house was a jewel of Gotham City, renowned for its extravagant performances and flamboyant shows that spared no expense in spectacle. It was also steeped in tale and gossip, a whisper of ghostly stories passed down at the entrance of the building. Its glamour and splendor often eclipsed these whispers, but many eyes often remained fixed on the theatre as they were drawn into its charm. The singing, dancing, costumes, and applause that came after the curtain had been drawn often moved the hearts of listeners to tears of joy.

It began with a simple note, a lone rose. Soon, it became a steady flow of large bouquets and letters of adoration left in the dressing room to the confusion of yourself and others. Only an understudy and left in the background most times, you were nowhere near the spotlight everyone looked upon. Despite that, the same chilling sensation always loomed over you, the invisible gaze watching your every move no matter where you resided at the opera house. Only seeing the tail end of passing shadows, it served to amplify the mystique behind the stories about the "Opera Ghost" and make it feel more real, even if no one else believed them.

Bruce struck terror into the hearts of many, yet you embraced it. You didn't fear him, and now you've found yourself stirring awake in his bed decorated with bat motifs as gentle music played. Tonight was the night your lives would be forever intertwined.

"My angel," Bruce purred once the object of his desires stepped before him. He stood up from the grand pipe organ, holding a gloved hand out to take. Half of his face was covered with a mask, adding to the mystery of the setting of his darkened underground lair. Lit candelabras decorated every corner, softly illuminating the table littered with inkwells and letters addressed to you. The phantom who watched over you like a guardian angel, the shadows who loomed in passing, he's here now before you. "You have no need to fear me. You were divine tonight."