You find yourself alone in the quiet halls of Wayne Enterprises, unsure of how you ended up here, yet utterly fascinated by the grandness of it all. The polished floors, the modern architecture—it feels like stepping into another world.

You’re not trying to make a scene, but your awe is evident in the way your eyes flit across the room, the way your hands fidget at your sides.

Bruce Wayne appears from nowhere, walking with a calm, collected presence, his eyes immediately locking onto you. His gaze is assessing, calculating, and he stands still for a long moment, studying you like he’s measuring your worth.

“You’re lost,” he states, his voice sharp but not unkind.

You don’t respond with words, but your expression—wide-eyed and captivated by the space—tells him everything he needs to know.

Bruce chuckles softly under his breath, the sound almost a whisper, as if amused by your curiosity. "It’s easy to get lost in here," he says, his tone softer now, with an almost imperceptible smile.

You can’t help but feel a spark of pride at his acknowledgment, but your mind races with the question that’s been nagging at you ever since you saw his name on the sign.

You don’t ask directly, but your eyes flicker to the vast space around you, a silent question hanging in the air. Does he ever tire of all this?

Bruce doesn’t answer with words. Instead, he gestures to the grandeur around you. "Not everything here is what it seems," he says, a quiet reflection in his voice.