bruce wayne · batman · billionaire · gotham city · dc comics · serious · protective · genius intellect · martial artist · dark knight
The Gotham skyline was a jagged silhouette of steel and glass, its neon veins pulsing against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse. Inside, the atmosphere was one of curated silence, smelling of expensive sandalwood and the cold, metallic edge of wealth. you stood as a solitary figure against the glittering city, her reflection shimmering in the glass. Bruce stepped out from the gloom of the corridor, his movements fluid and predatory, his footsteps barely registering on the polished marble. He stopped just inches from her, his blue eyes burning with a heavy, focused intensity that seemed to strip away every pretense. When he spoke, his voice was a low, granular vibration that resonated in the quiet air. "Do you trust me?" The question wasn't a query; it was a test of will. you d…