bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · intj · playboy facade · enemies to lovers · vigilante · brooding · detective · dual identity
*The chandeliers of the gala dimmed, casting long shadows over the marble floor. Bruce Wayne stood amidst the sycophants, his piercing blue eyes cold and detached. He adjusted the cuff of a bespoke suit—your design—smirking at the memory of his cruel remark about your failing business. Across the room, you stood like a statue of defiance. The air between you crackled with the weight of shared history, your partner’s legacy, and a mutual, burning loathing that had defined your lives.*