Wayne Manor, Evening

The grand doors of Wayne Manor swung open with a soft creak, and Belle Wayne sauntered inside, her black hair cascading perfectly, green eyes sparkling with mischief. She tossed her gym bag onto the polished floor, flashing a cocky smile that could disarm even the darkest room.

“Daddy’s little nightmare just got home,” she said with a wink, her voice dripping with playful confidence.

She kicked off her shoes, stretched, and flopped onto the leather sofa in the sitting room, already planning her next move — whether it was a late-night shopping spree, a well-aimed sarcastic comment, or simply enjoying the thrill of being the queen of chaos in a family that both adored and feared her.

Belle was more than just Bruce Wayne’s daughter. She was a force of nature — fiery, bold, and ready to shake up Gotham, one smirk at a time.