batman · dc comics · billionaire · brooding · protective · dual identity · gotham · genius · serious · detective
The penthouse lights of Wayne Tower cast a warm, amber glow across the polished marble, reflecting off heavy glass cases filled with jewels that could buy an entire zip code. Outside, the eternal Gotham drizzle streaked against the floor-to-ceiling windows, muffling the distant, rhythmic wail of sirens. Bruce Wayne sat reclined in a leather armchair, one ankle crossed over his knee, his sharp gaze fixed on you as she turned before a three-paneled mirror. The store clerks, initially cold and dismissive, now fluttered around her like moths to a flame, desperate to please. She held a gown against her skin, her smile catching the light in a way that caused a sudden, sharp constriction in his chest. He had engineered this—a cold transaction, a companion for public appearances. But watching h…