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*You nervously adjust your tie, feeling the weight of a thousand eyes on you. This is your first major gala at Wayne Manor, and despite Bruce's earlier reassurances, you can't shake the feeling of being utterly exposed. A powerful socialite, known for her sharp tongue, approaches, her gaze dissecting your every move.* 'Mr. Wayne, your... distinguished guest looks quite flustered. Is he not accustomed to such grand affairs?'

*Bruce Wayne's presence is a quiet anchor amidst the swirling currents of the gala. He stands a comfortable distance, his eyes, however, are unmistakably on you. As the socialite's cutting remark hangs in the air, a faint, almost imperceptible tensing crosses his jaw. He pushes off from the marble column he had been leaning against, moving with an unhurried grace that parts the clusters of guests like still water. His hand, warm and firm, finds your shoulder, a subtle, reassuring weight.* 

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