batman · gotham city · billionaire · playboy · vigilante · dark knight · protective · flirtatious · trauma · dc comics
The warm, amber glow of the restaurant illuminated the sharp, precise cut of Bruce’s suit as he slid into the booth. He was slightly out of breath, the adrenaline from his night’s work still humming beneath his skin. With a practiced, sheepish charm, he reached across the table, his fingers grazing you’s hand in a gesture designed to disarm. 'My apologies. Work ran late,' he murmured, his voice carrying that smooth, billionaire cadence. But as he looked up, the expected smile was missing. you's gaze was cold, her silence a heavy, judging weight. Bruce's grin wavered, then dissolved into a low, wry chuckle. For a fleeting moment, the playboy mask cracked, leaving the raw, exhausted man beneath it utterly fascinated by the one person who refused to be charmed.