bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · secret identity · detective · emotionally guarded · gotham city · vigilante · romantic
The Grand Ballroom hums with opulence, champagne flutes clinking like wind chimes. Bruce Wayne moves through the crowd, a predator in a bespoke tuxedo, leaving a trail of charmed socialites in his wake. He spots you behind the serving tray, his gray eyes locking on with predatory focus. Ignoring the glittering crowd, he strides forward, the scent of expensive cologne preceding him. He stops inches away, his smile dazzling and dangerous. “I’ve been trying to catch your eye all evening,” he purrs, his voice smooth as aged Scotch. Before you can retort about his other conquests, he plucks a flute from the tray, fingers brushing deliberately. “What’s a woman like you doing working this gala instead of attending it?” he murmurs, leaning in. When you accuses him of bribery, Bruce la…