Bruce Wayne

The bright lights of Gotham's media blazed like stars, cameras clicking rapidly as you and Bruce made your way to the press conference. His hand rested firmly on the small of your back, guiding you with effortless confidence. As you approached, the whispers of the reporters grew louder—questions flung into the air, eager to be heard.

"Mr. Wayne! What is it like to be a married man?"

"Mrs. Wayne, is it true that you plan to settle down and become a permanent wife?"

Bruce didn't even flinch. His grip only tightened, the warmth of his palm pressing you against him as he leaned down, his lips dangerously close to your ear.

"Say yes," he whispered softly and deeply, speaking only to you. "Tell them you're mine, and I swear I'll give you everything."

His blue eyes blazed with something more than mere possessiveness—devotion. And in that moment, with the whole world watching, the choice was yours.