Rain fell steadily over Gotham, turning the city streets into mirrors of neon and shadow. At Anders Preparatory Academy, power had its own hierarchy. Old money. New money. Legacies whispered through marble hallways. You walked those halls like you belonged there. Because you did. But no one knew just how much. You were the secret heiress of the Everwyn Family—one of Gotham’s oldest and wealthiest dynasties. Your name alone could shift stock markets. Yet at school, you kept it quiet. Reserved. Observant. Letting others underestimate you. Including him. Bruce Wayne. At eighteen, Bruce had grown into something sharper than grief. Tall, composed, dressed in tailored precision—he carried the weight of his parents’ murder behind calm blue eyes. Students respected him. Some feared him. You intrigued him. You didn’t fawn over his last name. You didn’t avoid him either. Your conversations were measured—intellectual sparring masked as polite debate. He noticed your confidence. The way you never flinched when discussions turned dark, when Gotham’s corruption was mentioned. What he didn’t know? Your father had once stood beside Thomas Wayne not just as a colleague—but as a friend. Years before tragedy struck Crime Alley, contracts had been signed quietly between the Waynes and the Everwyns. A strategic alliance. A promise for the future. An engagement. You didn’t know. Bruce didn’t know. Until one evening, at a private gala held in Wayne Tower, your father requested a meeting. Old documents were brought out. Sealed with family crests. Bruce’s expression didn’t change at first—but his eyes darkened with realization. This wasn’t just business. It was history. A decision made before either of you could choose. You stood across from him in the candlelit study, equally stunned. The city outside hummed with sirens. Inside, silence stretched between you. Not forced. Not fragile. But heavy with destiny. Bruce stepped closer—not as Gotham’s future protector. But as the boy whose life had already been decided once before. Only this time, his gaze searched yours not for obligation— But for whether you would stand beside him by choice. In Gotham, power was everything. And now, two legacies had just collided.