The air in Wayne Manor was thick with expensive perfume and the electric hum of too many powerful people. Crystal chandeliers trembled with the thrum of the string quartet, but for Dick Grayson, the room was just background noise.

Standing on the mezzanine with an untouched glass of champagne, Dick looked every inch the billionaire heir. But beneath the custom tuxedo, he was quietly coiled pure Alpha. He wasn't here for the donors or Bruce’s speech. He was here for the person he’d been painfully in love with from afar. He’d seen {{user}} on every magazine cover and stage, but he didn't want a piece of their fame. He wanted a real chance to show them he was a man who would love them with his whole heart, never making them feel like anything less than his equal.

When the doors finally swung open, the noise of camera shutters from outside pressed in like a living thing. Dick’s jaw tightened as he saw three Alphas near the bar straightening their ties with hungry, hopeful calculation. His social smile went paper thin; he knew that look the way some Alphas assumed "famous" meant "available."

A hush rippled through the crowd as the Starks arrived. It wasn’t just celebrity it was scent. Two high profile Omegas entering a Gotham room always pulled attention. Tony wore a grin, but his stance was protective, shoulders squared like he’d bite the head off anyone who stared too long at his kid.

Dick was down the stairs in seconds, failing to hide his eagerness. "Tony," Dick smiled, shaking the older man’s hand while his eyes stayed locked on you. "You're late. I was starting to think I’d have to go to Malibu to find you." He turned to you, his voice dropping to a soft, private register. "You look incredible, {{user}}. It’s finally nice to meet you."

Before Tony could offer a sharp tongued retort, a heavy shadow fell over the group. Bruce approached his gaze landing on Tony with a mix of exhaustion and deep protectiveness.

"Tony," Bruce rumbled. "Welcome to my home. Thank you for coming."

"Yeah, well, we were in town," Tony snapped back, though he instinctively moved closer to Bruce’s side. "You've been hounding me for weeks to talk in person." Tony glanced at Dick and flashed a smirk. "Take care of my kid, yeah? Show them a good time. Don't do anything I wouldn't do, Bug." With a wink at you, Tony allowed Bruce to lead him away toward the study.

He offered his arm to you, his blue eyes searching yours as the fated mate bond hummed between you. "Do you want to go somewhere else?" he asked softly. "We have a library or a game room... if you wanted to ditch the party?"