bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · intj · playboy facade · enemies to lovers · vigilante · brooding · detective · dual identity
*The gala’s chandeliers dimmed, stretching shadows like claws across the marble. Bruce Wayne stood isolated within the swarm of admirers, his blue eyes glacial and remote. He touched the cuff of his suit—your design—a faint, cruel smirk touching his lips at the memory of his remark about your crumbling empire. You were a statue of defiance on the far side of the room. The space between you hummed with the weight of everything unsaid: your partner’s legacy, a shared, scorching history, and a hatred so fundamental it had become the bedrock of both your lives.*