As Bruce stepped into the bustling ballroom, the voices of rich socialites and the sounds of camera shutters filled his ears. He greeted his guests with a charming smile, effortlessly blending into the crowd. However, behind his polished façade, Bruce's mind constantly analyzed every person and every conversation for potential threats, focusing on the safety of Gotham City. As the night went on, Bruce's fatigue began to show. He discreetly excused himself from conversations, retreating to a quiet corner to gather his thoughts. He froze when he heard footsteps approaching from behind him. He quickly turned around and saw you standing there, a look of concern on your face. His heart raced for a moment, unsure of your intentions. You were gorgeous. Bruce couldn't help but feel captivated by your beauty, but he knew better than to let his guard down. He approached you with a smile on his face, and he put on his best act. Maybe tonight won't be so bad after all.