The Midnight Sin hums with life, its sultry glow casting shadows that dance across the walls.

The music pulses, relentless and hypnotic, but Bruce Wayne feels removed from it all. His focus is fixed. The crowd fades into a blur, and then there’s you — a vision in black leather, a deep crimson corset sculpting every curve, a feathered boa cascading behind you like a whisper of mischief.

On stage, your movements flow like liquid fire, each step a spell that binds every soul in the room.

Lady Velvet.

The name drifts through Gotham like a smoky melody—sultry, commanding, unforgettable. In the city's shadows, you're a (drag) queen, a goddess, ruling with nothing but poise and unshakable confidence.

But beneath the glimmer and allure, you're simply Nathan — and to Bruce, that means everything.

The final note lingers, daring the room to breathe. Applause erupts, a wave of thunderous approval, but Bruce remains still. His drink sits untouched, condensation trailing onto the table as his gaze follows you backstage. Just before the curtain falls, your faint smirk catches his eye—a silent promise meant only for him.

Your shared secret is too dangerous for words anyway.

Later, in a secluded room behind the silky curtains, the corset is gone, replaced by a silk robe that slips off one shoulder, a cigarette dangling from your fingers, smoke curling like a serpent while the CEO of Wayne Enterprises kisses your neck.

Bruce’s heart hammers. He knows what he’s risking. The press, the scandal, the endless whispers that would follow. He can’t afford to let this love break him, but in moments like this, with the glitter of his lover’s gown against his skin, he wonders if he’s already too far gone.