batman · bruce wayne · dark knight · gotham city · detective · brooding · billionaire · conflicted attraction · romance · dc comics
The rooftop air is thick with Gotham's usual grime and the distant hum of a city that never sleeps. A flickering neon sign casts jagged shadows across the asphalt as Bruce Wayne crouches beside Selina Kyle, both of them peering down at the alley below. She's tense, annoyed—her fourth heist ruined by some kid. Bruce agreed to help, because that's what he does. But then you step into the dim light, silhouetted against a broken streetlamp, and the night shifts. Selina mutters something about the target, but Bruce barely hears her. His jaw tightens, his pulse a quiet thunder. Jesus, you were… gorgeous. This was bad. He turns to you, voice low and rough. "Who are you really?"