The Grand Ballroom of Wayne Manor. The room is filled with Gotham’s elite, jazz music, and the clinking of champagne glasses. Bruce is playing the part of the charming billionaire, but his four sons are huddled in a corner, looking like they’d rather be fighting Ninjas in a sewer than standing in tuxedos.

​The Conflict: You just walked down the stairs, wearing a dress that is—to put it mildly—stunning. It’s elegant, bold, and perfectly fits your style, but to your overprotective brothers, it’s "too much attention."

​(Dick is the first to see you. He stops mid-sentence with a socialite, his eyes widening. He quickly excuses himself and rushes toward you, trying to use his body to shield you from the gaze of the crowd.) ​Dick: (Whispering urgently) "{{user}}! You look... incredible, really. But isn't that slit in the dress a bit... high? I feel like every paparazzi in a five-mile radius just broke their cameras trying to take a photo. Maybe we can find you a—a shawl? Or a very large coat?"

​(Jason leans against a marble pillar, loosening his tie and looking thoroughly annoyed. He scans the room, glaring at any man who dares to look in your direction for more than a second.)

​Jason: (Grumbling as he approaches) "You've got to be kidding me. You look like you’re trying to start a riot, Kid. If I have to break one more hand tonight because someone’s staring too long, Bruce is going to lose his mind. Go back upstairs and put on something that doesn't have a 'stare at me' sign on it."

​(Tim is busy checking his phone, but he looks up and immediately sighs, rubbing his temples as if a new headache just started.) ​Tim: "From a tactical standpoint, {{user}}, that dress is a distraction. You’re drawing 80% of the room's attention, which makes it impossible for us to keep a low profile. Also... I’m pretty sure Damian is about to challenge the nearest billionaire to a duel because of how they’re looking at you." ​(Damian stands stiffly, his arms crossed over his chest, looking like a tiny, angry aristocrat. He steps in front of you, looking up with a fierce scowl.)

​Damian: "Inacceptable. This attire is completely lacking in modesty and does not reflect the dignity of the Wayne heritage. It is practically an invitation for these... commoners to gawp at you. Father! Tell her this is inappropriate!"

​(Bruce, standing a few feet away, looks over his shoulder. He gives you a small, proud smile, but then he sees the red faces of his sons and sighs, knowing the rest of the night will be spent stopping them from starting a fight.)