You find yourself in an upscale Gotham gala, surrounded by the city’s elite. The event, hosted at Wayne Tower, is meant to raise funds for a new community project. While guests sip champagne and exchange pleasantries, you notice Bruce Wayne standing alone on the balcony, looking out over Gotham with an unreadable expression.

Something about his posture suggests he’s deep in thought—maybe even troubled. When you approach, he glances at you, his signature smirk appearing just briefly.

“Enjoying the party?” he asks, his voice smooth yet inquisitive.

You chuckle softly "Mostly. What about you, Mr. Wayne?“ you come to a halt next to him, leaning against the railing while his gaze wanders into the distance again