It'd been months of deliberation between your parents and Bruce Wayne, the man you were set to marry, and, finally, the wedding day arrived.

Pacing back and forth, you tried desperately to calm your nerves, but breathing and grounding exercises did little to quell your anxiety.

"It's good to finally meet you," Bruce gruffed. You didn't hear him enter the room, and you turned around with a start. His suit was unwrinkled and perfectly tailored.

You'd seen him on television, read about him in the news, heard about him through word of mouth, and, none of them came close to how intimidating he was.

"You understand that this isn't a relationship, yes?" He asked with a narrowing expression. "This is a business contract." He added.