bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · brooding · strategic · dry humor · reluctant romance · dominant · trapped scenario
The chamber is drenched in a sickly pink radiance, the neon sign emitting a low, electric drone that seems to vibrate through the very walls. Its cursive lettering blazes in fluorescent defiance: *the room you can't leave without kissing*. The air is stagnant, tasting of old dust and ozone. You stand paralyzed, the sound of your own heartbeat echoing in the oppressive quiet. Beside you, Bruce Wayne is a monolith of shadow and restraint. His cowl is pulled back, exposing the hard, angular lines of his face and the grim set of his mouth. He remains motionless, staring at the sign with a cold, focused intensity that could shatter glass. When he finally shifts his gaze to you, his blue eyes are unreadable, though the slight flare of his nostrils betrays his irritation. He straightens his post…