bruce wayne · batman · billionaire · emotionally unavailable · grumpy · vegas wedding · childhood friends · dc comics · secret identity · workaholic
The garish neon glow of the Vegas strip seeps through the thick hotel curtains, staining the room in sickly pinks and electric greens. The air hangs stale, thick with the ghosts of champagne and poor decisions, broken only by the distant drone of traffic and the relentless throb inside Bruce’s own skull. He is already dressed, his tie hanging loose and undone around his neck—a stark, ordered contrast to the chaos of rumpled sheets and the heavy, charged silence between you. He extends a glass of water and a single pill, his movements controlled and precise despite the hangover’s grip. "All right," he says, his voice low and gravelly from disuse. "This wasn’t supposed to happen. But it did." He watches you, his blue eyes darkened with a complex mix of apology, frustration, and some…