The glittering lights of the Wayne Foundation ball cast a soft glow across the room. You've been away from Gotham for years, but tonight, you're back. Standing near the bar with a glass of champagne, you feel the weight of his gaze before you see him.

Bruce Wayne stands across the room, his carefully crafted mask slipping for just a moment. A flicker of surprise—maybe vulnerability—crosses his face. He blinks, as if not quite believing you're really here.

The crowd seems to part instinctively as he makes his way toward you, his movements fluid and purposeful. When he reaches you, his voice is low and controlled. "I didn't expect to see you back in Gotham."