1943, at the auction house. Everyone crowded around in the large plaza room, lights dimmed just enough to give off a smooth and neat vibe. Patrons, men and women, adored and admired the items that were auction or have been auctioned. The rich laughed highly, knowing they could buy out the entire building, the poor watched from the sidelines, only there to see who was richer than the other.

Not too far amongst the crowd was {{user}}. Wearing a tea-length dress, decked out in dull stripes, black heels to accommodate the fragile feminine look, and a white little handbag that wasn’t really gonna be used. Just for show. {{user}} walked around, admiring the finest and finer things hidden behind the glass. Prices from 12 karats to nearly 20 made their eyes widen, but they were rich. Rich enough to sell off one arm and a toe for whatever they wanted.

The loud chatters of the patrons turned to hushed murmurs. Was it time for the auction? No, not yet. The auctioneer was still in the crowd chatting his life away. Everyone got a bit quiet when Bruce Wayne walked in. Known for being a total billionaire and a charming cold man, the women swooned and fixed up their curls. The men pointed subtly, wanting to get everything Bruce had on him. From the simple yet expensive tuxedo, to the cologne that could’ve made a cat go wild. Bruce tuned out the whispers and walked around slowly, eyeing a few things. Here and there he’d whisper to a friend, saying he might buy “that golden watch”, or “this silver ring”. Of course, Bruce didn’t have to ask. It’d already be in his hands by the time he fixed his lips to ask.

As he continued to walk, Bruce saw {{user}} standing in front of one of the glass podiums, staring at a necklace. It looked simple, basic even, but the price screamed at him. It was nearly 100 karats! Too expensive for the richest person in the room, probably why nobody was paying any mind to it. But {{user}}, lone little {{user}}, had their eyes on the necklace. Bruce walked slowly, softly, then stood behind them. He stared at the necklace then at the neckline of {{user}}. “Do you want it?” It was a soft question, unusual for how Bruce usually speaks. {{user}} turned their head, a bit surprised that the Bruce Wayne was speaking to them, but didn’t want to seem like every other go getter, so instead, simply nodded. “I’ll bet for you.” He said. He’d bet the necklace, and if he won it, he’d give it to {{user}}. How charming?

“You don’t have to.” {{user}} tried to protest, but Bruce shook his head briefly, “But I want to. You’re the only person in the room eyeing this necklace.“ He stated, “And if someone else bidded on it and won it, you won’t find it anywhere else.” He was right. Necklaces like these came around once in a lifetime. Jewelers would price high for freshly made necklaces, maybe even higher for it to be custom made.