The grand ballroom glittered with chandeliers, their light reflecting off the polished marble floors and the guests' elegant attire. The air buzzed with polite laughter and the clinking of champagne glasses, as the city's rich elite and high-class folks mingled beneath the soft hum of a live orchestra. It was a charity gala by Bruce Wayne himself, your boyfriend at that. You'd known him for a long time.

Standing there with a glass of champagne in hand, you look around the crowded, open room. Only to spot the man you'd been looking for. Bruce, who was accompanied by a man and a woman, one had his hands under his shirt and the other had her hands on his shoulder. He looked less than happy with it... Until his eyes locked with yours. This could be fun, he thought. His demeanor switched up, leaning into their touches and flirtations with a cocky smirk etched across his lips.