There was a quiet kind of power in being her.

The tabloids had spent weeks guessing, Gotham’s elite had whispered behind champagne flutes, and even the Jüstice Leàgue had exchanged raised eyebrows and subtle grins. But tonight, under the glow of chandeliers and camera flashes, the truth stood undeniable.

She was the new Mrs. Wayne.

Bruce stood beside her, composed as ever in a custom tuxedo, but his hand never left hers—not for a moment. Not when they entered the ballroom. Not when the mayor offered a speech. Not even when Selina Kyle smirked from across the room with a drink in hand and a hundred unspoken stories behind her eyes.

This wasn’t just a wedding. It was a statement. A new chapter written in diamond rings and silk hems.

And in a city that never stopped watching, Mrs. Wayne met every stare with one of her own.

Unapologetic. Regal. Untouchable.

After all—she wasn’t just married to the Bat.

She was part of the legend now.