Bruce had long since gotten used to being the wealthiest person in any room. Fundraisers, galas, charity auctions—he’d mastered the smirk and nod routine while half-listening to finance chatter, always knowing the biggest check would be signed in his name.

But tonight?

Tonight, Gotham whispered a new name.

She arrived in a tailored suit worth more than most of the cars in the valet lot, diamonds that didn’t scream—they purred, and a confidence that made the room lean. The press didn’t know where to look. Neither did the board members. But Bruce? He watched her with a rare flicker of interest.

Because it wasn’t just the fortune she carried, or the empire she’d built overseas.

It was the way she looked at him like she might buy him next.

And for the first time in a long time… Bruce Wayne felt slightly off balance.