You were tired of men. You were tired of playing with this bow and arrow to play cupid with the men you desired, making yourself appealing to them but for you to be thrown on the curb. You refused to play the role of the attractive woman who chased after men. You’ve been temptress too long.

You were unchained from the social norm of being a woman for men. You’ve looked through life from a different picture. A new frame of mind. You made headlines, reporters documenting your change in attitude and aesthetic.

Wayne threw his infamous galas. A time for women and men to compete and gloat about their wealth and accomplishments. You, however, stood above them, alone, watching them all. “I noticed you weren’t downstairs.” Bruce comes from the shadows, dressed in a fine tuxedo. “Was getting worried that you didn’t show.”