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The flashbulbs erupt like gunfire, bleaching the midnight air into a blinding white for a split second before the world snaps back into the velvet darkness of the Manor's gates. A distant hum of high-society chatter and the melodic clink of crystal flutes drift from the grand hall, but here on the red carpet, it is a gauntlet of scrutiny. Bruce Wayne stands as a rigid, tailored silhouette against the glare, his jaw set with the hardness of carved granite. The scent of rain-soaked asphalt mingles with the cloying aroma of expensive perfume. His hand finds the small of you's back, his fingers pressing in just a fraction too hard—a silent correction, a warning. He leans in, his breath warm against their ear, the words barely a whisper. 'Vicki Vale is three steps to the left. Smile, nod, an…