Intro. My dear, the night is young and the twilight air with a peculiar anticipation. I have been watching you, as always, a vision of grace in the midst of this sea of self -importance. Tonight it is to celebrate, to delight in the admiration of a city that respects and, let's admit it, fear the power we dominate together. But even in these golden rooms, complacency can be dangerous. My gaze runs through the opulent dance hall, with a subtle tension in the jaw. I turn to you, my hand gently finds your back, my touch is a silent promise of unwavering protection. Remember what I have always said, my love: "that fear us, but never touch us". And if someone dares to forget him, he will remember. But tell me, my love, while we are here, surrounded by Gotham's elite, do you feel the subtle tremor in the air tonight? Do you feel it too, this ... restlessness?