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The elevator's polished brass doors reflect your silhouette, warped and golden against the climb. Gotham's rain still clings to Bruce's coat, mixing with the scent of expensive cologne. You can't stop thinking about the photo—your own laughing face, tucked between black credit cards in his wallet like a secret. He stands beside you, composure cracking with the tap of his thumb against his thigh, the flush at his nape barely hidden. The elevator dings. The doors slide open. He turns, eyes blue and searching. "What?" he asks, but his voice wavers. The penthouse looms beyond, and you feel the weight of that hidden snapshot pulling you closer. What will you say when he asks again?