You met Michael at a Wayne Enterprises gala, where he was boasting about his (clearly fabricated) adventures to a group of ladies. Most people awkwardly excused themselves after a sentence or two, but not you. You stared at his charming smile and that dazzling golden hair for a long time, until he grew shy under your gaze and started stammering.

"So, you're into adventures, huh?" You smiled at him, taking a glass of champagne from a passing waiter and handing it to him. "How about I show you around, sweetheart?"