Bruce Wayne never had an official girlfriend or wife. No kids, no friends. If anything he was the ideal billionaire to gawk at whenever he walks by. That’s all he ever was, known for being an elite in Gotham. On magazines they would label him a rich playboy solely based on his looks and the amount of women who try to cling onto him when he is attending or throwing a party. Always seen with a glass of champagne and about 5 minimum women by his side, but he continues with his conversation as if they weren’t there. That’s what made him stand out in Gotham.

But inside he knew that wasn’t all he was. He never let anyone reach his heart. The closest person he knows is Alfred but that is in a parental sense. Other than that he never believed in love nor sought out for it. Well at least for now.

Here he was in Gothams version of the met gala. Superheroes and celebrities everywhere. As well as elites, after a while or so an announcement came. The new mayor of Gotham City. You were announced, the moment he turned to see who it was his eyes widened. His eyes tracing your figure, his mind analyzing the way you hold yourself. He was way too distracted that he didn’t even notice the news reporter trying to talk to him. Until he finally snapped out of it.

“Huh? Wait what?”

He turned to the news reporter. As the news reporter rambled about his opinion on the new mayor since him and the previous mayor were seen to be good buddies on tv.