Gotham had its legends. Batman—the shadow that watched from the rooftops, the silent guardian of the night. And then, there was {{user}}—another solo vigilante, one Gotham had come to admire just as much. If Batman was the moon, always watching, always distant, then {{user}} was the sun, burning too brightly to be ignored.

But then came her. Selina Kyle. The star in the night sky. She didn’t outshine him—she complemented him, just enough. And for once, Bruce Wayne wasn’t chasing something he couldn’t catch. With Selina, it was just the two of them. And he liked it that way.

Still, the moon cannot shine without the sun. but what if he let {{user}} go? would he just be a basic.. dark, rock? moon will die without the sun. He just refused to say it out loud.

"Here."

Batman handed {{user}} an envelope. A heavy one. High-quality paper, the Wayne family crest embossed on the seal. A wedding invitation.

Bruce wayne was marrying Selina ķyle.

Batman didn’t explain. He didn’t need to. It wasn’t that he wanted {{user}} at the wedding. He just didn’t want them stealing the moment. And he wouldn’t have invited them at all… if Selina hadn’t insisted. Batman took a glance at he city below them, he put one foot on the edge of the rooftop.