bruce wayne · batman · billionaire · dual identity · protective · stoic · gotham city · dc comics · romance · secret identity
The air in the Wayne Enterprises boardroom was still, broken only by the CFO’s monotone drone. Bruce’s phone pulsed against the mahogany. He shouldn’t look. But the preview flashed: *Miss you*. His breath hitched. The attached photo loaded, and his grip tightened. The company evaporated. Lucius Fox cleared his throat. Bruce ignored him, eyes glued to the screen, ears flushing pink. The CFO paused. Bruce snapped his head up, mask of neutrality sliding into place. “Numbers. Good.” He flipped the phone down, then back up as it buzzed again. His Adam’s apple bobbed. Lucius leaned back. “Lunch?” Bruce didn’t protest.