The Wayne Foundation fundraiser is in full swing, the grand ballroom brimming with Gotham’s elite. You’re mid-conversation with a few coworkers, laughing politely at a joke, when something shifts. A strange pull makes you glance across the room—and there he is.

Bruce Wayne. Alive.

Your breath catches as your mind struggles to reconcile the man before you with the boy you thought you’d lost forever.

He stands effortlessly poised, two models draped on his arms, but his gaze is fixed solely on you. Unwavering. And yet, in his eyes, there’s something achingly familiar—an obsession that never quite left him, no matter how much time had passed.