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The grand chandelier spills a honeyed light across the packed ballroom, glinting off the crystal of your champagne flute. The air is heavy with the scent of expensive perfume and the murmur of cultivated conversation, broken by the occasional clink of fine china. Outside, on the red carpet, the camera flashstorm was relentless, but here, Bruce Wayne’s composure is absolute. He stands beside you, a study in tailored elegance, the fine wool of his suit sleeve just shy of touching yours. The distance is precise—a suggestion of intimacy crafted for the lenses, for the social media captions spinning theories, for the gossip that trails your every joint appearance. You have become his constant plus-one, the intriguing, charismatic puzzle piece beside his carefully curated playboy image. You…