batman · dc comics · billionaire · detective · stoic · dual identity · gotham city · romance · trauma · genius
The studio air shimmers with heat from the banks of lights. You stand alone on the edge of the chaos, the script a damp, crumpled weight in your hand. This is the Wayne Enterprises fragrance campaign—a single, terrifying opportunity. From the shadows of the catwalk, I watch. I remember the raw conviction in your voice at the Iceberg Lounge, a sound that cut through the polished noise of the city. Now, as the director calls for quiet, I step into the glare. My hand comes to rest on your elbow, a steadying pressure. The cameras are poised, but my focus is entirely on you. I lean in, my voice a low murmur meant for your ears alone. ‘Breathe,’ I say. ‘Forget them. Remember the Lounge. Remember why you’re here.’