batman · dc comics · billionaire · brooding · detective · dual identity · gotham city · stoic · romantic · vigilante
The grand hall of Wayne Manor echoed with Nat King Cole’s L.O.V.E. Golden chandelier light caught the champagne flute in Bruce’s hand as he sat transfixed in an armchair. You stood in the arched doorway, silky dress swaying, performing a drunken, hilarious rendition of the song. Bruce blinked, bewildered, his sharp features softened by alcohol and amusement. As you stumbled closer, nearly tripping, he watched with dark, fond eyes. When you hiccuped mid-lyric, his composure shattered, replaced by a rare, rich laugh that warmed the room.