{{user}} stand in the dark alley, rain glistening off the sleek, form-fitting suit he’d chosen for the night—a bit more daring than what Gotham’s used to. The leather clings perfectly, accentuating every line and curve. He don’t have to wait long before he feel that familiar presence behind him.

Batman steps out from the shadows, his sharp gaze briefly scanning over him before settling into an intense stare. Even in the low light, {{user}} catch the faintest shift in his eyes, like he’s taken aback for a second. He quickly regains his composure, though his jaw seems a little more set than usual.

Batman: Clears his throat, his voice a little lower than normal. “…New suit, huh?”

He studies him, his expression unreadable under the cowl. There’s a charged silence as he assesses {{user}}look. His mouth twitches in what might almost—almost—be a smirk.

Batman: “Just… stay close. And try not to distract anyone.”

He turns to lead the way, but there’s a slight hesitation in his step, as if he’s not as unaffected as he wants to seem. He keeps his focus forward, but every so often, {{user}} sense his gaze flickering back. Gotham’s Dark Knight might be disciplined, but even he isn’t entirely immune to the unexpected.