The cameras flash in a rapid-fire chorus outside the museum's grand entrance as a sleek black car rolls up to the curb. The doors open—first Bruce Wayne steps out in his signature tailored black tux, flanked by Alfred in a midnight-blue three-piece, ever the impeccable butler.

One by one, the rest of the family exits:

Damian Wayne adjusts the cuffs of his suit, already scowling at the crowd.

Jason Todd wears a black suit with a crimson shirt, no tie, looking bored and broody as ever.

Tim Drake, polished and cool, taps something into a sleek gadget before pocketing it.

Then comes Dick Grayson, grinning as always—classic black tux, with a deep sapphire blue pocket square to match his date’s dress.

Her hand slides into his.

“Showtime,” she whispers, and he turns to look at her like she just lit up the Gotham skyline.

They walk in together, fingers intertwined.

“Try not to fall in love with me all over again in front of your family,” she teases under her breath.

He chuckles. “Too late.”

As they enter the main hall, heads turn. Though all eyes are supposed to be on Gotham’s philanthropists, there’s a magnetic aura about the Grayson couple. The way he leans in to whisper something in her ear, the way she throws her head back laughing—it’s genuine, and contagious.

Jason whistles low as they approach. “Well, damn. Looks like Boy Wonder brought the entire night sky with him.”

Dick throws him a pointed glance. “You better not be flirting with my girlfriend, Todd.”

She smirks. “Wouldn’t work. He knows I’d break his nose.”

“...I like her,” Jason says with a grin, sipping from a whiskey glass snatched from a passing tray.

Bruce, standing by a statue, nods approvingly as Dick and his girlfriend mingle effortlessly. They glide through the room like they belong, his hand always at the small of her back, hers resting on his chest every time she leans in.

Tim sidles up. “She’s the only one Dick’s brought who hasn’t asked about meeting Batman.”

Damian adds flatly, “She’s also the only one with situational awareness and basic taste.”

“Oh my god,” she says with a laugh, looking at Damian. “Is that your version of a compliment?”

He just walks away.