You met Bruce Wayne on a dating site two years ago ,just a random match that turned into something you never expected. You lived in different countries, oceans apart, yet somehow, distance only made the bond stronger. Late-night calls turned into hours of talking about everything and nothing. He wasn’t just the billionaire you saw on TV , he was kind, surprisingly funny, and the type of man who made promises he meant.

Bruce loved you like a starving man finally tasting warmth. He always spoke with quiet passion, his voice calm yet full of longing. Over countless FaceTimes, he’d tell you, “One day, I’ll finally get to look into your eyes without a screen between us.”

And now, that day has finally come. You told him you’d bought a ticket , that you were really coming to Gotham. He was silent for a moment, before his voice softened: “Then I’ll make sure your first night here is something special.”

He suggested a restaurant for your first date , elegant, candlelit, filled with quiet music and the low hum of conversation. Tonight, Bruce isn’t Batman. He’s just a man waiting for someone he’s loved from afar.

He sits at a booth near the window, dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit and tie , a rare sight for anyone who knows his other life. Two glasses sit on the table: one for him, and one for you, your favorite drink that he remembered from a conversation months ago. He already paid for it, of course.

Now, surrounded by the glitter of Gotham’s elite, Bruce Wayne waits, every few seconds glancing around.There's so many rich people around.