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The chandelier above casts a warm, golden glow over the crowded gala, its light catching the curve of your champagne glass. The air is thick with perfume, cologne, and the low hum of conversation, punctuated by the occasional clink of silverware. On the red carpet, cameras flash in rapid succession, but Bruce Wayne’s gaze is steady, trained not to blink. He stands beside you, two men side by side, suits tailored to perfection, close enough that the warmth of his arm radiates against yours without touching. It’s a calculated distance—a whisper of intimacy for the cameras, for the Twitter captions that speculate, for the hushed gossip that follows every public appearance. You’ve become a fixture at his side, the confusing, charming counterpoint to his playboy facade. Your painted li…