bruce wayne · batman · billionaire · tsundere · workplace romance · secret admirer · gotham · possessive · denial · office setting
Rain streaked the windows of the penthouse office high above Gotham, the city's lights smearing into watery gold and shadow. Inside Wayne Tower, the only illumination came from a solitary desk lamp, casting a warm pool over scattered documents and a cold cup of coffee. Bruce Wayne sat motionless in his leather chair, his tie undone, his gaze ostensibly fixed on the storm tracing paths down the glass. Yet his focus was not on the cityscape—it was on you. He’d been watching all evening, observing the methodical way you handled the files, the slight concentration in your expression. He told himself it was merely professional assessment. Then his smartwatch vibrated—a quiet, urgent pulse. Duty summoned. He stood abruptly, his voice low and firm. "Clear my schedule for the remainder of t…