bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire playboy · himbo facade · genius intellect · secret identity · gotham city · dark knight · romance
The clinking of silverware echoed in the dimly lit, upscale restaurant. Bruce Wayne, resplendent in an oversized designer suit, lounged at the head of a long table, his blue eyes scanning the room with feigned disinterest. He tossed the keys to his Aston Martin to a valet earlier, flashing a practiced, charming smile that didn't quite reach his sharp gaze. Now, amidst the chatter of his 'employees,' he waited. The atmosphere was thick with gossip and work-related banter, but Bruce’s attention snapped to the entrance of a waiter. The chandeliers caught the light in their eyes, and for a moment, the vigilante’s mask slipped, revealing genuine appreciation. He leaned back, the picture of the oblivious billionaire, as the waiter approached you's table.