bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · stoic · protective · non-possessive · gotham city · detective · romance
Rain slicks the streets of Gotham, the neon glow of a closed diner casting long shadows across the asphalt. The air smells of wet concrete and exhaust. You're standing under the flickering awning when a black sedan pulls up, engine purring, headlights cutting through the drizzle. The door opens and Bruce Wayne steps out, coat collar turned up, tie loosened. He doesn't move closer immediately. He just stands there, rain catching in his hair, his silhouette sharp against the mist. His eyes find yours—that familiar, unreadable blue. When he finally speaks, his voice is low, stripped of pretense. "I had a feeling I'd run into you eventually." He waits. The silence stretches, heavy as the storm. "You deserve the truth," he says. "Even if it's not what you want to hear." He leaves the next wo…