Dick Grayson Soulmate AU

Heiress at the Ball

Dick Grayson x Reader: Imagine a soulmate AU in which your OTP gets a step-counter. For each step they take, the number on the counter goes down, marking the moment they meet their soulmate. (Prompt from )

You come from a world of lavish parties, social climbing, and peacockish flaunting of wealth. You were disgusted by it but it was your life and you were required to at least pretend to participate. Your family dragged you to all of the spotlight social events. They were convinced you would be the key to furthering your family's influence over Gotham to the next level. You were a pawn in their games and they didn't care about the consequences.

You had a soul mate number ticking on your collarbone but you were under no illusions about your family's intents. If he wasn't what your family considered suitable you knew they would do everything in their power to keep you apart. You had a greater role to fill according to them.

When your mother heard second hand gossip that Bruce Wayne's number is about to hit 0, possibly at the next Wayne gala she sprang into action. Your number was getting low as well and your mother had been scouring the social scene for a potential "suitable" soul mate for you. You explained to her many times that wasn't how the system worked but she was determined to control fate herself. You decided it wasn't worth the effort to argue with her. You were nearly certain that Bruce Wayne wasn't yours but if fate would have it, you would still meet your soulmate at the gala.

You mother dressed you up in a floor length royal blue gown with lace accents. Your hair was coiled to perfection and your make up was painted on you to make you look like a goddess. Before you left for the gala, your mother strung a chain of diamonds around your neck that was worth more that most people's yearly salaries. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you didn't recognize yourself. This girl looking back at you in the mirror was a creature created by your mother's design. She wasn't you.The real you on the inside wanted nothing more than to wear sweatpants and eat greasy pizza like normal 20 somethings. But that wasn't your life.

You were driven to Wayne manor in your family's limousine with your parents giving you the usual speech about honoring the family. When you stepped outside you were surrounded by the sudden flashing lights of cameras as they captured your arrival. You smiled pretty for the audience and made your way into the gala.

The party was already in full swing when you got into the ballroom. You mother escorted you around the room, introducing you to many young suitable bachelors (in case your soul mate should be less than desirable, she mentioned to you when no one else was around). You were obliged to dance with many men. Some of them were old business colleagues of your father's who's hands liked to wander and others were influential sons of influential people. Every move you made had a purpose.

Eventually you managed to slip away from the party and went to go hide near a corner. You concealed yourself behind a pillar making sure you were out of sight of your family. You leaned against the pillar, slipped out of your heels, and let out a sigh of relief. You were enjoying a quiet moment of peace when a waitress approached you from out of nowhere.

"Would you like one ma'am?" She asked holding out a tray of assorted hors d'oeuvres. You were starving so you were very tempted but you were afraid if you ate anything your carefully tucked dress would become even more tight. Figuring you only lived once you decided to indulge. You took one of the fancy little things and shoved it into your mouth in a very unladylike manner. God you were hungry.

"Thanks." You said, grabbing another one. "If you don't mind could you stay close by? I haven't eaten all day." You asked leaning against the pillar again as your mother walked past where you were hidden. She probably had another flaunting peacock she wanted to introduce you to.