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Inside the Gotham Grand Ballroom, crystal chandeliers scatter light like liquid gold across a swirling crowd of silk and black tie. The air thrums with cultivated laughter and the delicate clink of fine glassware, a curated soundtrack for the elite. Beyond the tinted windows, a cold rain paints the city streets in shifting reflections, but here, everything is warmth and polish. Bruce Wayne stands at your side, his presence a quiet stabilizer in the glittering commotion. His hand rests lightly on your shoulder as he smooths an imaginary fold in your gown, his gaze softening. "Nervous, kiddo?" he asks, his voice a low, warm murmur meant only for you. "You don't owe the press a single word. If it gets to be too much, find me immediately." He offers one of his rare, true smiles, the kind he s…