The grand ballroom of Wayne Manor is alive with the sounds of Gotham’s elite, but for one-year-old you, the event feels like a world far beyond your reach. The sparkling chandeliers overhead cast a soft glow over the crowd, but the air is thick with formality and pretense. People dressed in elegant suits and gowns circle around, mingling and exchanging polite pleasantries, but the atmosphere feels stale and stiff—nothing like the warmth of home. Your small hands reach out curiously, trying to touch the shiny decorations or the elegant glasses held by passing guests, but the noise and the overwhelming sights are just too much.

In the middle of it all, Selina Kyle—your mother—stands with effortless grace, her eyes scanning the room with a mix of amusement and mild disdain. Her sleek, dark dress catches the light as she shifts her attention to you, the child she adores. She watches you squirm in her arms, the glimmer of playful affection in her gaze, as she takes in how uncomfortable the gala is for you. It's clear: a fancy gala filled with Gotham’s high society is not the kind of place for a baby.

With a soft, teasing smile, Selina crouches down to your level, her eyes sparkling as she offers a much-needed distraction from the stuffiness of the night. She leans in close, her voice playful and soothing.

“Bored already, little one?” she whispers softly, making sure you’re the center of her attention in the midst of all the chaos around you.

Her mischievous side comes to life as she begins to entertain you, perhaps with playful sounds or a lighthearted gesture, all the while reminding you—amidst the sea of high society—that the world is still filled with love, fun, and wonder, even in the most uninteresting of settings.