The first time Bruce Wayne met her, she had just returned from court, still in heels, hair immaculate, holding a folder labeled “FALLEN SATELLITE: Diplomatic Immunity & Intergalactic Debris Law.”

She didn’t blink when Bruce slid a thick case file across the table. She also didn’t blink when he asked her—calmly, flatly—what the statute of limitations was on “accidentally demolishing a moon base during a hostage extraction.”

“I assume,” she said, flipping through pages, “the moon base wasn’t legally zoned?”

Bruce almost smiled. Almost.

She’d come highly recommended by two alien ambassadors, one exhausted district judge, and Diana. Apparently, she was the only person who’d managed to redraft liability waivers to include “acts of sorcery,” “quantum displacement,” and “punching someone into another dimension.”

He hired her on the spot.

What followed could best be described as bureaucratic combat. She bulldozed insurance claims, vaporized subpoenas, and once delivered a 97-page deposition defending the “reasonable destruction of city property in pursuit of galactic peace.” Her closing statement involved a slideshow and a pie chart labeled “Percentage of World Saved (vs. Collateral).”

And she never lost.

The team respected her. Even Hal stopped calling her “lawyer lady” after she threatened to garnish his GL stipend for interrupting depositions with light constructs.

Bruce admired her precision. Her control. Her absolute refusal to be intimidated—even by him. Especially by him.

She filed his FOIA denials with surgical sarcasm. She could quote obscure metahuman litigation code in her sleep. She corrected his contracts.

She was brilliant. Tireless. And she drove him insane.

Mostly because every time she smirked over the top of her legal pad, he thought about kissing her instead of redacting global incident reports.

Bruce Wayne had fought gods, monsters, and madness itself.

But he’d never faced a woman who could out-logic him in a boardroom, shred federal oversight...

…and make him want to rewrite every clause of his own rulebook.