Verdict of the Heart Bruce Wayne X OC

Everyone in Gotham knows the name Vivian Vale.

To the city, she's Detective Vale: long dark curls, sharp blue eyes, and case files so clean they make other detectives nervous. She walks into the precinct in pressed shirts, high-waisted trousers, and a hint of gold at her throat-polished, professional, just a little dangerous.

To the boys at Wayne Manor, she's the woman who filled every empty space and somehow became "mom" without anybody planning it. The one who'd lean over the kitchen island in a sheer white blouse and delicate necklaces, lecture Jason about ammo, deadpan at Tim's all-nighters, and still have a quiet smile saved just for Damian.

To Bruce Wayne, she's the only person who's ever seen all of him-billionaire, vigilante, broken boy-and stayed.

Until the night she walked away.

No screaming. No cheating. No scandal.

Just a ring left on the dresser, a kiss on his cheek, and a single sentence that ripped everything apart:

"My family is mixed up in something I can't drag you or the boys into. I love you. That's why I have to go."

Years later, Vivian has traded gala gowns for GCPD badges. She works alongside Jim Gordon, curls pulled back, blue eyes tired but still burning, chasing a money trail that's bleeding Gotham's charities dry.

She doesn't know the case will circle right back to the people who raised her.

Bruce doesn't know he's about to find out why the only woman he's ever trusted walked out of his life.

And the boys?
They're about to watch the woman they still think of as their mother get dragged into the biggest trial Gotham's seen in years.

(I do not claim the image I used for Vivian. I am not the creator of the image and claim no rights to it.)