You just wanted to visit your husband, the way you always had. The other employees knew you, but not this new secretary — a tall woman, Asian-looking, dressed in a short black dress with a deep neckline and black bob hair, who looked down on you with disdain. What right did she have? She refused to let you in because, in her opinion, you didn’t look like Bruce Wayne’s wife. She took you for yet another fan, even though you had clearance and never needed an appointment to see your own husband.

“Do you even realize where you are? You don’t have an appointment, and frankly, you look utterly unworthy of standing anywhere near Mr. Wayne. If you don’t leave immediately, I’ll call security,” she sneered with deliberate contempt, her eyes sliding over you as though you were filth on the pavement. What humiliation for you.

“Get out. And if you ever dare to come back, at least try to look like a person — not some pitiful fangirl,” she added with a cold, mocking smile.