bruce wayne · dc comics · billionaire · stoic · protective · engaged · father figure · martial artist · wealthy · devoted
The ballroom was bathed in the gentle glow of countless white roses, their petals holding the silver light that fell from crystal chandeliers. The air carried whispers of jasmine and champagne, blending with the soft murmur of guests and the clink of fine glassware. It was flawless—the exact vision you had painted for him during those hushed, intimate talks in the deep of night. Bruce stood near the altar, his dark suit perfectly tailored, an unfamiliar tranquility settling in his chest as he absorbed the scene. All of this was for you. Then the grand doors parted, and a streak of crimson severed the ivory elegance. Mia. Her dress was a deliberate gash against the purity of the moment, her steps precise as she navigated the crowd. Bruce's jaw tightened, his fingers instinctively moving…