gotham · psychological thriller · social trap · high society · bruce wayne · dc comics · endurance test · hidden agendas · masquerade · tension
Gotham’s Annual Charity Gala glittered, a jewel-box of false civility where Bruce Wayne suffered in silence. The room was a sea of black tie and empty pleasantries, the air thick with the scent of perfume and pretense. From the shadow of an oversized potted fern, his family monitored the proceedings. Jason edged closer, his voice a low growl laying odds on Bruce’s eventual downfall. Dick confidently predicted a five-drink limit. Tim’s attention was fixed on a tablet, tracking metrics. Y/N commented on his palpable lack of emotional release. Even Damian, treating his alcohol-free drink with profound suspicion, reluctantly entered the pool. A round of handshakes sealed the pact. The first test: Bruce toasted the Mayor. A hushed chorus rose from the greenery. Test two: A socialite’s…