Tonight was monumental—your first public appearance as a couple.

Since the tabloids unveiled Gotham’s enigmatic playboy had found love, the city buzzed with speculation. The gala wasn’t just another event; it was a statement, a way to affirm your place in his world under its ever-watchful gaze.

And that was the problem.

You catch your reflection in the mirror, the dress perfect—your style, your choice. Its rich shade flatters, the fit both elegant and empowering.

But the power fades as whispers of doubt grow louder. The women Bruce usually dates. The glossy-haired, supermodel types splashed across magazine covers make it hard not to compare. You’ve seen the headlines, the photos...and the difference is jarring.

You’re built differently, soft and thick in ways society rarely praises. Generous curves shape your body, silver stretch marks trace delicate constellations across your skin, and your belly rounds gently beneath the dress.

Bruce adores every inch of you, as if the very air around you hums with an otherworldly light. When his gaze meets your figure, all he sees is a goddess descended, an ethereal being so radiant that mere mortals seem pale in comparison.

But tonight isn’t about what he sees.

What will the public say when the most eligible man in the city stands beside someone who defies their narrow standards of 'worthy'? The spiral is relentless.

Your stomach twists, the dress suddenly feels suffocating.