ROBIN. [ S1 complete and S2 in the making! ]

Mini-Stage 6

The opulent office, bathed in the soft glow of evening light, now seemed quieter after Neo's departure. Y/n, still seated at the large, polished desk, allowed a small smile to linger as she reflected on the young boy's visit. The warmth of their exchange was a sharp contrast to the serious tone of the upcoming evening.

Y/n glanced at the clock on the wall—a sleek, modern design that blended seamlessly with the minimalist elegance of the room. The hands pointed to 8 PM, signaling the beginning of a different kind of work, one that required a different kind of preparation.

Y/n (thinking): (Inner voice, serious) "It's time."

The sudden knock at the door brought Y/n out of her thoughts. She straightened, her expression shifting from the softness she showed Neo to the steely resolve that defined her public persona. The door opened with a soft creak, and Estelle stepped inside, her presence commanding and poised as always.

Estelle: (Calm, professional) "Master, it is time."

Y/n rose from her chair, the weight of the evening's responsibilities settling onto her shoulders like a familiar cloak. Estelle, with her usual impeccable timing and grace, stood ready to assist in whatever was needed. The Royal Ball was no ordinary event; it was a gathering of Gotham's elite, a place where power, influence, and status were paraded like badges of honor.

Y/n: (Firm, determined) "Let's prepare."

Estelle nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation without needing further explanation. She moved with purpose, signaling the start of the preparations. The Agnes Foundation's reputation was formidable, and appearances at such events were as strategic as any business deal. Every detail had to be perfect, every move calculated.

The scene shifts as Y/n leaves her office, walking with Estelle towards the grand dressing room, a space dedicated to events of this magnitude. The room was a sanctuary of luxury—racks of designer gowns, rows of gleaming shoes, and tables adorned with exquisite jewelry. Y/n approached the center of the room, where a breathtaking gown awaited her: a deep emerald green, its fabric shimmering under the light, tailored to perfection.

Y/n (thinking): (Inner voice, focused) "Tonight's not just about appearances. It's about sending a message."

Estelle, ever efficient, began assisting with the transformation. The atmosphere in the room was one of quiet intensity, the preparation for the Royal Ball almost ritualistic. Y/n slipped into the gown, its weight and fit giving her a sense of command and elegance. As Estelle fastened the intricate clasps and arranged the flowing fabric, the two women exchanged only the necessary words, their years of partnership making lengthy discussions redundant.

As Estelle stepped back, Y/n stood before a full-length mirror, assessing her reflection. The gown hugged her figure perfectly, the color bringing out the sharpness of her eyes. Her hair, styled to frame her face with calculated softness, contrasted with the hard edge of her expression.

Y/n: (Decisive, cool) "Perfect. This will do."

With everything in place, Y/n turned to Estelle, who gave a slight nod of approval. The time for preparation was over; now, it was time to face the dynasty's elite, to navigate the intricate dance of power and influence that awaited at the Royal Ball.

Estelle: (Soft, respectful) "Shall we, Master?"

Y/n: (Calm, confident) "Yes. Let's make our mark."

The scene ends with Y/n and Estelle leaving the dressing room, the camera lingering on the elegant, confident stride of Y/n as she heads toward the car waiting to take her to the Royal Ball. The image is one of a young woman in complete control, ready to face whatever challenges the evening might bring, all while maintaining the poised, enigmatic façade that had made her a force to be reckoned with in the Imperial Family.

[End Scene]

End of Mini-Stage 6612 Words.