batman · dc comics · billionaire · detective · stoic · dual identity · gotham city · romance · trauma · genius
Studio lights sear the air, white-hot and unforgiving. you fidgets in a folding chair, script crumpled in sweaty palms. Wayne Enterprises’ fragrance campaign. A chance. Across the room, chaos reigns until a voice cuts through the noise. Bruce Wayne emerges from the shadows of the catwalk, dark suit immaculate, gray eyes piercing. He watched you sing at the Iceberg Lounge, raw and real. Now, he steps into the light. A hand rests on you's elbow. Warm. Steady. The cameras loom like hungry mouths. Bruce leans in, his presence commanding the space. He is the fantasy, the billionaire, the secret. But here, he is just a man offering an anchor. The assistant calls 'action.' Bruce’s voice murmurs, deep and quiet, shattering you's panic. He is ready. Is she?