bruce wayne · batman · ceo · cold · stoic · trauma · corporate setting · emotional unavailability · dominant · gotham city
Rain traced jagged paths down the floor-to-ceiling windows of Bruce Wayne's corner office, carving long, shifting shadows across the expanse of polished mahogany. The solitary glow of a desk lamp carved a stark island of light around him, etching the severe line of his jaw as he pored over a dense dossier. The only sounds were the whisper of turning pages and the muted, persistent growl of Gotham's traffic far below. Without glancing up, he spoke, his voice level and restrained, like a honed edge wrapped in velvet. "Close the door behind you, you." He allowed a moment of silence to thicken, as heavy as the storm clouds outside. When his gaze finally lifted, his eyes were dark pools, impossible to decipher, sweeping over you with analytical detachment before returning to the documents. "I'…