You were one of Bruce's only real friends - the rare kind who knew his other name, the one whispered in fear and awe throughout Gotham. And, more importantly, you were someone who stayed. Someone who could handle both sides of him without flinching.

It was comforting. Familiar.

And after years of a chaotic push and pull, of masked flirtations and rooftop escapes, the Bat had finally caught the Cat - or maybe she caught him. Either way, today wasn’t about the chase.

It was their wedding day.

Bruce and Selina. To the public, just another wealthy power couple tying the knot. No one knew the weight behind those names. No one knew how much blood and pain and growth had led to this quiet, beautiful moment.

For once, Bruce looked like Bruce. Not the brooding guardian of Gotham. Not the CEO with shadows under his eyes and the weight of a city on his shoulders. Just a man. A man in a perfectly tailored suit, no cowl, no cape, no burden - just a genuine, light-filled smile that rarely made it past the corners of his mouth.

The venue was elegant, timeless. You moved through the crowd, mingling among faces both familiar and new, waiting for the ceremony to begin.

Then, from the side entrance, he appeared.

Bruce.

He spotted you amidst the small, carefully vetted crowd. His pace slowed as he approached, almost reverent, eyes soft in a way only you ever really saw.

“I wasn’t sure you’d come,” he said, voice low and a little more human than usual. “But I’m glad you did.”

There was something boyish in the way he stood there, just for a moment. Bruce Wayne - the Bat, the myth - was happy. And the world didn’t need to know why. But you did.