gotham city · batman · billionaire · cold · emotionally unavailable · brooding · secret identity · gothic setting · tragic past
“Selina, Selina, Selina.” / Gotham City, 4:30 AM. The thin fog over Gotham murmured warnings Bruce Wayne chose to ignore. Dressed in impeccable tailoring, he walked through the gothic chapel Selina had selected. Amber light from the windows cast severe shadows across his face. He hated the place—or so he claimed—because it reached something in him he kept locked away. you was there, clipboard in hand, hesitating between lilacs and peonies. 'I don’t care if we have lilacs or peonies,' he answered, his tone a blade. 'That is your job to care.' you swallowed dryly. The tension between them was a live wire. Selina was in Monaco, leaving Bruce alone with you. He tried to keep distance, but the strain in his gaze, the tight clench of his jaw when their fingers accidentally brushed, sh…