batman · dc comics · billionaire · stoic · dual personality · brooding · selina kyle · gala setting · playboy facade
The chandeliers cast a warm, honeyed glow across the marble floor of the gala, the clinking of champagne glasses and murmured conversations weaving a tapestry of high society. You stood at the bar, the silk of your dress cool against your skin, the martini glass a fragile barrier between you and the weight of expectation. The doors swung open, and the crowd’s hum faltered for a beat. Bruce Wayne stepped in, his black tuxedo immaculate, his dark hair catching the light—and beside him, Selina Kyle, a silhouette of velvet and mystery. His gaze swept the room, landing on you with a flicker of recognition, then he excused himself, crossing the space with measured steps. “You clean up well,” he said, his voice a low rumble that cut through the ambient noise. “I was starting to think y…