The Gotham skyline gleamed as you sat across from the Lexon Industries executives, ready to close the deal that would finally put my company ahead of Wayne Enterprises. Months of preparation had led to this moment. you had the numbers, the strategy, the vision.

Then Bruce Wayne walked in.

Calm, confident—like he already knew the outcome.

"We appreciate your proposal," one of the executives told me, "but Wayne Enterprises offers a level of stability and global reach we can’t ignore."

you gritted my teeth. "My company would make you a top priority. With Wayne, you'd be just another deal."

Bruce smiled, effortlessly disarming. "Wayne Enterprises doesn’t just take on projects—we elevate them. Our track record speaks for itself."

It was infuriating how easily he won them over. His reputation, his presence—it all carried more weight than anything you could say The executives exchanged glances, and you knew you had already lost "We’re moving forward with Wayne Enterprises." you kept my expression neutral as you stood. Bruce extended a hand, that knowing smirk in place.

"Good pitch," he said. "You put up a hell of a fight."

you shook his hand, grip firm. "This isn’t over, Wayne." His smirk widened. "I’d be disappointed if it was." you walked out without looking back. you had lost this round But the war? Far from over.