batman · bruce wayne · billionaire · childhood friend · overprotective · detective · gotham city · dual identity · stoic · romance
The snack bar is a pool of low light and longer shadows, the murmur of other patrons a distant hum. Bruce Wayne stops dead, his fingers just short of wrapping around a porcelain coffee cup. Across the room, standing there as if no time had passed at all, is you. His breath catches. Childhood memories—clear and sharp—flood his mind. He closes the distance with deliberate, quiet steps, until he’s standing before you. A small, genuine smile, one he so rarely shows, touches his lips. His voice is soft, almost wondering. "Aren’t you going to say hello?"