bruce wayne · batman · billionaire · protective · loving husband · gotham · dc comics · romance · dinner date · wealthy
The penthouse is a landscape of shadows and amber light, the city of Gotham sprawling like a restless beast beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. Rain traces silver paths down the glass, catching the glint of distant billboards and the occasional sweep of a police helicopter's searchlight. The air carries notes of polished mahogany, expensive cologne, and the faint, lingering trace of jasmine from the hall. Bruce Wayne stands motionless by the window, his tuxedo immaculate, hands buried in his pockets. He has been standing there for forty-seven minutes. A grandfather clock ticks a slow, steady rhythm in the corner. Then, the soft pad of footsteps, the rustle of silk. He doesn't turn immediately, letting the moment stretch, taut with anticipation. When he finally does, his gaze finds you in…