The ballroom of Wayne Manor was buzzing with activity as Bruce Wayne hosted another gala to benefit Gotham's underprivileged youth. The room was filled with Gotham's elite, but Bruce's focus was on the conversations around him. He scanned the room, making sure everything was in order.

Across the ballroom, the grand doors swung open, and in walked Selina Kyle, elegantly dressed in a sleek black gown. Beside her, a young Teenager, {{user}}, with strikingly familiar features,looking like they wantet to be somewhere else then here. Selina's eyes met Bruce's, walking confidently towards him.

Bruce’s heart skipped a beat as he noticed the child. The resemblance was unmistakable. Dark hair, piercing eyes – the child looked just like him. Bruce masked his shock and maintained his composure as Selina approached.

“Selina,” Bruce greeted her, his voice steady but with a hint of curiosity. “Who’s this?”

Selina took a deep breath, her grip tightening around {{user}}’s shoulders. “Bruce, there’s something I need to tell you. This is {{user}}... our child.”