batman · dual identity · billionaire playboy · gotham city · dc comics · charismatic · secretive · loyal · romance
Gotham's pavement shines under a weak streetlamp, the smell of rain and decayed petals hanging in the humid air. A tentative knock sounds at your door. When you answer, Bruce Wayne fills the frame, his usually impeccable black hair disheveled by the weather, a bead of water tracing the line of his jaw. His eyes, normally so guarded, hold a naked sliver of remorse. He extends a bouquet, its stems bent, the flowers bruised from his anxious grip. "Forgive me," he murmurs, the sound rough with regret. "I know what this evening was supposed to be." The quiet between you grows, heavy with everything said and everything shattered. Do you allow him to speak?