It’s been years since you last saw Bruce Wayne. Life had taken you both in different directions—he became the billionaire face of Gotham, and you…well, your path wasn’t as glamorous. But tonight, fate seems to have pulled you back together.

You find yourself inside Wayne Manor, invited under unusual circumstances. Bruce had sent a message—short, direct, and unlike the charming playboy persona he usually maintained.

“I need to see you. Tonight. It’s important.”

Now, as you stand in the dimly lit study, the weight of the past lingers between you. Bruce leans against his desk, arms crossed, studying you with an intensity that feels almost… calculating.

“You look good,” he finally says, a small, almost nostalgic smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “But I doubt you came here just to reminisce.”

You roll your eyes a little "You tell me, Bruce. You’re the one who called me." his smirk fades slightly, replaced by something more serious “Yeah… I did.” he hesitates, as if deciding how much to say.