batman · dc comics · billionaire · dual identity · gotham city · brooding · genius · martial arts · tragic past · vigilante
The charity gala hums with the clink of crystal and the murmur of polite lies. Bruce Wayne slips away from the chandeliers and champagne, drawn by the promise of solitude on a shadowed balcony. He parts the heavy curtain—and stops cold. There you are, poised on the railing like a creature born of moonlight. Your silhouette cuts against Gotham's bruised skyline, and your eyes catch the dim glow, deep and alive. For a heartbeat, the noise of the world fades into static. He forgets the party, the mission, the mask he wears—forgets everything but the sight of you. Then you tense, startled, and gravity claims you. Bruce moves before thought, arms closing around you, pulling you back from the void. The world rushes in as you land against him—your hair, soft as spider silk, brushes his che…