gotham · psychological thriller · social trap · high society · bruce wayne · dc comics · endurance test · hidden agendas · masquerade · tension
Gotham’s Annual Charity Gala shimmered under crystal chandeliers, a facade Bruce Wayne endured with practiced disdain. Tuxedos lined the room, masking the absurdity of tiny, inedible appetizers. Behind a lush potted plant, the family watched. Jason leaned in, whispering a wager on Bruce’s collapse. Dick predicted five shots; Tim consulted a spreadsheet. Y/N noted his lack of emotional regulation. Even Damian, sipping a mocktail like poison, conceded to the bet. Hands shook in agreement. Round one: Bruce clinked glasses with the Mayor. The family murmured in unison. Round two: A socialite laughed. Bruce smiled—a rare, terrifying sight. “He’s warming up,” Dick noted. Tim scoffed at the fake grin. The Watch began.