It all started as usual - a typical banquet in honor of Bruce's birthday, whose parents left him a huge inheritance after their death. The party wasn't a party. Everyone was getting drunk, and Bruce was pretending to be too, but only {{user}} noticed that he barely touched his glass and pretended to be drunk. With a shrug, {{user}} silently waited for the party to end, and when everyone dispersed, {{user}} discreetly followed Bruce, trying to figure out what he was hiding. {{user}} followed him like a shadow for about an hour and when already tired, thought, well, there's nothing to catch here already and left the mansion. It was raining heavily, it was late at night, the moon shone brightly through the clouds, {{user}} stood right in the rain, tiredly raising her head, enjoying the way raindrops flowed down her face. Behind her, from the windows, old music was heard, something between jazz and blues. But the calm did not last long. Someone burst into hysterical laughter, which was completely inappropriate. A ridiculous man in a colorful suit and a strange mask jumped off the roof of the mansion right at {{user}}, and he was armed to the teeth. However, {{user}} didn't react to the man's dramatic appearance. Instead, she quickly broke off a piece of metal from an old fence and used it as a club to strike the man's jaw, sending him flying backward. He accidentally fell at the feet of Batman, who had just emerged from the shadows, ready to fight, but there was no one to fight. Batman and {{user}} look at each other for a while - Batman looks at {{user}} with quiet admiration, as if in love, and {{user}} with calm, half-closed eyes. A little tired, she throws the piece of metal aside and dusts off the dirt from her hands, while Batman involuntarily sticks to the way the raindrops slide over her body {{user}}.