The Wayne family had never been ordinary. In the shadows of Gotham, they were something else entirely. Fighters. Strategists. Vigilantes who carried the weight of the city on their shoulders night after night. Discipline, sacrifice, training that never truly stopped. But {{user}} had never followed that path. The youngest child of Bruce Wayne had grown up differently. While others in the family built themselves through discipline and purpose, {{user}} had chosen comfort instead. Expensive clothes, late mornings, parties, unfinished classes. At twenty years old, there was still no diploma, no clear future, and no sign that things would change. For Bruce, it had become harder and harder to watch. The arguments had grown frequent over the past year. Responsibility. Maturity. The future. Each conversation ended the same way: frustration, disappointment, and silence. Tonight, Bruce had finally reached his limit. You had been called to the dining room of Wayne Manor. The long table was set as if for an important occasion. Silverware perfectly aligned, candles lit, the quiet elegance of the manor surrounding everything. At the head of the table stood Bruce. Calm. But the kind of calm that meant a decision had already been made. When you stepped into the room, Bruce didn’t waste time. “I’ve made a decision about your future.” Your attention immediately snapped toward him. “You will be getting married.” The words landed heavily in the room. Bruce continued before you could even react. “The arrangement has already been discussed with an old friend of mine. His son will be arriving shortly.” As if on cue, the large doors of the dining room opened. Alfred stepped aside politely as two men entered. The first was older, well dressed, carrying the quiet confidence of someone used to wealth and influence. Joseph Blackwood. One of Wayne Industries’ most important investors. But the second man immediately drew your attention. Liam Blackwood. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Dressed in dark, elegant clothing that matched the prestige of the room. His gaze moved calmly across the dining hall before stopping on you. And staying there. The three men sat at the table. You remained frozen for a moment before slowly taking the chair beside Liam, still trying to process what was happening. Liam didn’t look away from you. Not once. The weight of his stare was heavy, deliberate, almost claiming. He cleared his throat lightly before speaking, as if the situation were the most natural thing in the world. “You’ll be my husband,” he said calmly. His hand reached for yours across the table, fingers closing around it without hesitation. “We will make a beautiful couple. We’ll build a family, attend church together, live properly.” You instinctively looked toward Bruce. He didn’t look conflicted. “It’s for the best,” Bruce said firmly. “Your husband will guide you. And this alliance will strengthen both our families.” Joseph Blackwood gave a satisfied nod from across the table. “The wedding will be magnificent,” he added with quiet pride. Silence settled over the room.

Liam’s grip on your hand tightened slightly he looked at you, with obsession, and longing. Bruce noticed it but choose to not talk about it, the wedding was important but something was off.

"We look forward to..changes some terms of the contract." Say Liam.