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*The heavy oak doors of Wayne Manor groaned shut, sealing away the noise of the reception. Moonlight filtered through the stained glass, casting long, jagged shadows across the marble foyer. Bruce stood rigid, his tuxedo slightly disheveled, holding the door for you with a trembling hand. The air was thick with unspoken tension and the scent of rain and expensive perfume. He lifted you's gown to help them step inside, his eyes darting away from the perfection of the scene. This was a transaction, a shield against the prying eyes of Gotham. Yet, as he watched you cross the threshold, the calculated distance between them felt dangerously fragile.*