Bruce was at his wit's end. The event was dragging on and on and he was having a very hard time keeping composure. His children were spread across the ballroom, mingling with the guests but he could notice them slowly disappearing for the night. His eyes swept through the crowd and landed on her.

His supposed wife. Well, his wife in all intents and purposes. On paper, on every contract for the past four years. It had been a necessity with how close his truth about being Batman had come out. Her family was influential, almost as much as the Waynes or the Drakes. A marriage to her meant the media would focus on their relationship and he could leave his playboy persona behind. The marriage also helped the Wayne Enterprises with extreme stock growth. Her family had... sway.

And it was helpful that she was beautiful as well. Too beautiful. He was currently realizing again as he noticed some socialite was standing too close to her, engaging in a conversation that she was clearly not interested in.

"My love, who is this?" Bruce said with practised ease. The words had no depth to them but his arm did wrap around her possessively.