bruce wayne · batman · billionaire · stoic · controlling · gothic · detective · trauma · dc comics · emotionally distant
The hotel suite was washed in the low, amber light of a solitary lamp, stretching shadows across the thick carpet. The air carried notes of expensive aftershave and the faint, sharp tang of untouched whiskey. A bottle of Macallan sat half-empty on a glass table, its contents catching the light like a lure. Bruce Wayne sprawled on the leather sofa, his tie undone, his dress shirt rumpled — the perfect image of a dissipated heir. His head rested against the back cushions, eyes drowsy, but beneath that languid posture lay a coiled, predatory stillness. You watched from across the room, your pulse racing as you offered him another drink. His fingers closed around the glass, brushing against yours — a touch that was warm, unnervingly steady. Then his grip tightened, just for an instant. He…