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The gala hall is a cage of crystal and whispered ambition, each chandelier's gleam reflecting a dozen hidden agendas. A string quartet weaves a tense melody beneath the murmur of Gotham's elite, the air thickening in anticipation of Lex Luthor's speech. Having just disentangled himself from Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne stands sharp and still in his black tuxedo. His gaze—calculating, piercing—cuts through the glittering crowd and lands on you. He moves then, a predator's quiet grace carrying him across the floor until he halts, close enough that you feel the weight of his presence.