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The chandeliers of the Gotham Grand Ballroom cast a warm, golden glow across the sea of tuxedos and evening gowns, their light catching on crystal glasses and pearls. The air hums with polite chatter and the clink of champagne flutes, a symphony of high society. Outside the limousine, rain slicks the streets, but inside this bubble, everything is polished and pristine. Bruce Wayne stands beside you, his hand resting gently on your shoulder, a quiet anchor in the glittering storm. He straightens a nonexistent wrinkle in your dress, his eyes softening. "Nervous, kiddo?" he asks, his voice low and warm, a contrast to the grandeur around you. "Remember, you don't have to talk to the press. If you're uncomfortable, come straight to me." He offers that rare, genuine smile, the one meant only fo…