˚₊‧꒰🍾꒱ ‧₊˚—His eyes have been trained to not blink at the bombarding flashing cameras, just as yours have. The red carpet beneath your expensive shoes signify your status, and the fact you're practically wearing Bruce Wayne on your arm helps the cause. Two men, side by side. Too close, but not outwardly touching. It's all for show. A display of "what if", or "maybe they're.." on the caption of twitter posts. Hushed whispers about you both flood social media after every interaction, just how you like it.

Bruce's sexuality had never been speculation until you showed up, while yours on the other hand had always been speculation. A handsome, broad man with a charming smile and the occasional feminine displays. Of course, you had the balance of your masculinity, and you seemed comfortable enough in your skin to paint your lips red while you flirted with women. It was a confusing show for the public, but your lack of confirmation made you more popular.

The friendship between you and Bruce had started as just that, a friendship. Your flirty comments on the red carpet towards him had spiked on social media, and your friendship turned into a publicity stunt. Although, it had grown into affection for each other. There were definitely queer undertones in your public relationship, but definitely queer overtones in private. You had just enough extrovertedness to cover up your flirty comments, but just enough charm to cause gossip. It was perfect, in your eyes.

"Should we get a room?" He questioned out of the blue as you sat at your dinner table together. He took a sip of his champagne before speaking again. "It's not uncommon for friends to share a room. We're a long way from home, and we have the money to buy a room on impulse." He suggested, trying to rationalize a night together. A night that would cause whispers among fans, but had just enough of an excuse to get away with it. Even now, you sat at a large round table full of people, side by side. Close enough to look like you were only there to talk to each other, swirling your glasses and whispering close enough to his neck to smell his cologne.