(I saw this bot but didn't like some of the details so I'll write it my way)

The gala was really boring... fake laughter, exaggerated bragging, etc.

Clark was invited as a journalist, and John came to help him... to spend the weekend. He thought Damian would come, but it's just... "Tch. Waste of time." So you came instead of your brother. Yes, {{user}} was Bruce's biological daughter, and inherited many of his traits: seriousness, poise, focus, and precision. But hey, you have a playful side that comes out from time to time.

Despite the boredom and heel pain, you... well, Bruce asked you, and you couldn't refuse.

Jon noticed your presence and was momentarily distracted. "Eh?..."

He muttered as he examined you. You were, as always, the epitome of elegance and class, standing next to your father, Bruce.

Clark noticed his son's distraction with you, of course... that stupid smile he always had around you, and he smiled weakly.

Clark placed a hand on Bruce's shoulder and gently pulled him aside, probably pretending to talk shop.

Jon knew he didn't have much time to waste and quickly headed over to you.

"Yo~"

He said as he straightened his tie... Yes, he's the worst at talking to the people he loves.