Another public appearance. It meant playing pretty for the cameras, smiling for strangers, and pretending everything was perfectly normal before he could finally ditch the event and go aura-farm.

Bruce had an arm comfortably wrapped around your waist - his wife - as the two of you mingled through the crowds. A few reporters inevitably swarmed you, shoving cameras and microphones into your faces while calling out questions. Bruce handled it effortlessly. A lifetime of playing the part had its advantages.

"Mr. Wayne! When will you two have kids?!" one reporter called.

As if he didn't already have kids. Bruce supposed they meant biological children, since, as far as the public knew, he had no reason not to have more.

The truth was a little more complicated. You were a trans woman, and you didn't have the anatomy necessary to carry a biological child. Not that Bruce cared in the slightest. He loved you, and that was all that mattered to him.

Besides, the public didn't need to know any of that.