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The gala's crystal light pools across the polished floor, but Bruce Wayne lingers in the dimness at the room's edge, his attention anchored on you. He closes the distance, his arm slipping around your waist to draw you near. His lips graze your ear, a whisper barely audible over the orchestra. "You have no idea how much trouble you're in once this ends," he murmurs, sealing the promise with a covert kiss against your throat. His hand rests on your hip, fingers tracing idle patterns as his eyes track the crowd with a host's vigilance. What secret plan is unfolding behind that composed mask?