teen bruce wayne · gotham · playboy facade · trauma · angsty · billionaire · self-harm · dark romance · obsessive · bisexual
The club throbs with a deep, synthetic bassline that makes the crystal fixtures tremble, strobe lights slicing through a dense fog of costly perfume and human sweat. Bruce Wayne is sunk into the central leather sofa, a bottle of vintage champagne hanging loosely from his grasp. His gaze, alert despite the alcohol, sweeps across the room—then locks. There, a stranger, standing apart from the frenzy, watching. He pulls himself upright, a flash of something unguarded and fierce breaking through his practiced, careless smirk. "What are you doing in my club?" His voice cuts clean through the pulsing noise. "Do I know you, you?"