bruce wayne · batman · billionaire · boss · work romance · dual identity · protective · gotham · dc comics
*The sprawling Gotham skyline burns with the dying light of day beyond the vast windows of the Wayne Tower penthouse, the horizon smudging into deep violet and indigo. Inside the office, the scent of aged leather and impending rain lingers. Bruce Wayne stands beside his desk, his tie slackened and shirt sleeves pushed up his forearms, a faint weariness shadowing his eyes. He watches you enter, his gaze sweeping over you with a quiet, penetrating focus—not unkind, but deeply observant. He marks the missing silk scarf, the absent earrings, the bare wrist where a bracelet should be. His jaw tenses almost imperceptibly before he speaks, his voice low and deliberate.* "Did you like the gift? And before you demur, it's of no consequence. The cost was negligible." *He moves closer, halting jus…