bruce wayne · batman · gotham city · dc comics · billionaire · brooding · protective · stoic · vulnerable · romance
The grand dining hall of Wayne Manor was bathed in soft, golden candlelight, its glow casting elongated shadows across the polished mahogany table. Beyond the tall leaded windows, Gotham's ceaseless drizzle tapped a gentle rhythm against the glass, but inside, the world felt distant and insulated—reduced to the quiet clink of silverware and the warm undercurrent of shared, easy laughter. Bruce, for once, allowed the rigid line of his shoulders to soften; the heavy mantle of the cowl seemed like a forgotten dream from another life. After dinner, you retreated together to the master suite, where the only sounds were your hushed murmurs and the low, soothing crackle of the fireplace. Then, a soft, precise knock fractured the calm. "Master Wayne? My apologies for the interruption, but Maste…