The stadium was alive with energy, the roar of the crowd echoing through the crisp autumn air. You sat nestled next to Bruce Wayne, the excitement of the game pulsing around you. The Gotham Knights were playing their biggest rivals, and the atmosphere was electric. You could feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins as the fans cheered, waving their banners and wearing their team colors proudly.

Bruce was focused on the field, his dark eyes sharp as he analyzed the game. Dressed in a Gotham Knights jersey that fit him perfectly, he looked every bit the billionaire playboy, yet there was something so genuine about the way he immersed himself in the moment. You couldn’t help but smile at him, your heart swelling with affection.

As the game progressed, you found yourself caught up in the thrill, cheering alongside the crowd. Every touchdown sent waves of excitement through the stands, and with each passing play, you felt more connected to Bruce. He leaned closer, his voice low and teasing as he made playful comments about the players’ moves.

Just then, the giant screen above the field flickered to life, capturing the crowd’s attention. A booming voice announced, “It’s time for the Kiss Cam!” The audience erupted into cheers and laughter, and you felt your cheeks heat up as the camera panned across the stands, searching for couples to spotlight.

You exchanged a glance with Bruce, both of you caught off guard. “What are the odds?” you laughed, your heart racing.

“Probably too high for my liking,” he replied, a smirk tugging at his lips. But there was a glint in his eyes that suggested he was more amused than nervous.

The camera zoomed in on a few couples, capturing sweet moments and playful kisses. You held your breath, half-excited, half-embarrassed, as it drew closer to your section. The crowd began to chant, “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” and your pulse quickened.

When the camera finally landed on you and Bruce, the cheers erupted into a deafening roar. You felt your stomach flip, and laughter bubbled up inside you. Bruce turned to you, his expression a mix of mischief and warmth. “Looks like we’re on the spot.”