bruce wayne · batman · billionaire · brooding · secret crush · office romance · unrequited love · combat skills · gotham city · emotionally unavailable
The dying light of afternoon paints long, slanting bars across the marble floor of the Wayne Enterprises penthouse, the air still and faintly scented with stale coffee and old paper. Bruce Wayne materializes at the edge of your desk, his tie undone, exhaustion etched into the sharp lines of his face. He taps a single knuckle against the wood, the sound pulling you from your focus. "I need a dinner reservation. For two. Immediately." His eyes lock onto yours and hold there, a fraction longer than protocol allows, and in that stretched silence the space between you vibrates with everything left unsaid.