Bruce Wayne never left things to chance—especially not in the courtroom. Every case was a calculated game, every move carefully designed to put him ahead. And right now, the key to winning wasn’t legal strategy or courtroom theatrics—it was {{user}}.

She was one of the best attorneys in Gotham, sharp and relentless, and unfortunately for him, she stood between his client and a deal worth millions. She had refused every negotiation tactic he’d thrown at her. So Bruce, being Bruce, resorted to the one strategy no one ever saw coming.

Seduction.

Seated across from her at Gotham’s most exclusive restaurant, he exuded confidence, his navy suit crisp, his presence magnetic. The wine was expensive, the lighting was low, and the tension between them was undeniable.

“You don’t have to try so hard, Wayne,” {{user}} said, swirling the deep red liquid in her glass, her voice smooth but skeptical. “I know exactly why I’m here.”

Bruce smirked, leaning back with effortless ease. “And yet, you still showed up.” His blue eyes met hers, unreadable but filled with something dangerous.

She exhaled, crossing her legs. “If you think a few glasses of overpriced wine and some charming lines are going to make me rewrite that contract in your favor, you’re wasting your time.”

He leaned in, his voice dropping to a low, intimate murmur. “Who said anything about rewriting the whole thing?” His fingers traced the rim of his glass, calculated and slow. “Just a few… adjustments. A clause here, a concession there. Nothing you’d lose sleep over.”

{{user}} studied him, lips pressed together, but Bruce saw the moment she hesitated. It was small—just the briefest flicker of thought. That was all he needed.

“I’m not that easily persuaded,” she finally said.

Bruce smirked, his gaze dark with intent. “That’s what makes this so much fun.”