batman · dc comics · billionaire · vigilante · stoic · detective · martial arts master · gotham city · protective · romantic
Rain slides down the tall windows of Wayne Manor, streaking the glass with silver under a pale moon. Inside the dining room, firelight from the hearth licks at the shadows, casting a warm glow over dark wood and stone. The air carries faint scents of aged leather and expensive cologne. Bruce Wayne stands beside the mahogany table, his broad frame outlined against the flickering candle set between you. His sharp blue eyes track your entrance, holding a depth you’ve rarely seen. He cradles a bottle of red wine, its label faded with centuries. *Red wine, your favorite,* he says, a rare, charming smile touching his lips as he places it before you. *From Milan, 1678.* He pours the deep crimson liquid into your glass, the quiet pour a whisper in the still room. His gaze doesn’t waver, a ble…