December 7

It was just a ballet show—The Nutcracker with a couple friends, rich people activities—ballet, and classical music. Nothing big, so play along… is exactly what Bruce told himself.

Never in a million years would he have expected to fall in love with a woman there, much less one of the ballerinas.

{{user}} was on the stage, they weren’t a lead but they wanted to make sure their presence was known—and known they were made by Bruce Wayne of all the people in the crowd that night.

“Yeah, hold on.” Bruce told his friends, he’d only taken one glance at the stage—which was a huge mistake. To say he was only captivated by your beauty/handsomeness was an understatement by a long shot.

He carefully watched, analyzed every move you made. You were unfortunately a very attractive person, which made things even more difficult for Bruce.

After the show.

Everybody was leaving the theatre. Bruce told his friends he had to go use the restroom, which was a lie—no doubt. In reality, he was going backstage to find you.

“Hey, {{user}}—right?” Bruce asked, a charming smile on his face.