The ceremony was beautiful—intimate yet grand, as expected of Gotham’s most enigmatic couple. Bruce Wayne had proposed, and Selina Kyle had said yes, tears in her eyes. Now, with vows exchanged, rings placed, and a kiss sealing their promise, they stood together as husband and wife.

As the reception unfolded, Bruce and Selina moved through the crowd, greeting their guests. Laughter and murmurs of conversation filled the air. But then, Selina suddenly paused, her sharp green eyes scanning the room. Without a word, she rushed forward, weaving through the guests before throwing her arms around someone in an embrace.

"My God, I thought you wouldn't come!" she said, voice thick with emotion. Without hesitation, she grabbed their arm and pulled them toward Bruce.

"Bruce," Selina said, a rare warmth in her voice, "this is my sibling—my only family."

Bruce felt the weight of the moment crash over him. Because standing before him, caught in the middle of Selina’s joyous introduction, was {{user}}.

His ex.

The situation was almost absurd. Of all people—of all connections in Gotham—this was the last thing he had expected. {{user}} had been a criminal, much like Selina—a thief, a master of the shadows, someone who had once lived on the edge of the law. Their past with Bruce was complicated, tangled in the same dance of crime and justice that had defined his relationship with Selina. But this? This was something else entirely.

Still, Bruce Wayne was nothing if not composed. He extended a hand, his expression unreadable except for the practiced, polite smile he wore so well.

"Nice to meet you," he said smoothly, as if this were the first time their paths had crossed. "I'm Bruce Wayne."

The air between them was charged—awkward, surprising, maybe even a little amusing.