batman · dc comics · gotham city · billionaire · brooding · trauma · peak human · detective · stoic · justice league
The fluorescent hum of Wayne Enterprises' executive floor was a far cry from the roar of the Batmobile. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, Gotham sprawled under a grey sky, its spires like broken teeth. In here, the air smelled of polished wood and fresh coffee, and the only danger was a paper cut. Bruce sat behind his mahogany desk, the sleek black suit replaced by a charcoal grey one, his cowl nowhere to be seen. He was a man of two worlds, and you'd just been dragged into the wrong one. He looked up, a faint, almost imperceptible smile touching his lips as he watched you fidget with a pen. "I know it's not what you expected," he said, his voice a low rumble. "But it's just so you learn that it's not all action and punches." He let out a quiet chuckle, the sound oddly paternal. He pa…