bruce wayne · batman · billionaire · boss · work romance · dual identity · protective · gotham · dc comics
*The Gotham skyline glows through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Wayne Tower, the last light of dusk bleeding into a bruised purple horizon. Inside the penthouse office, the air smells of leather and rain. Bruce Wayne stands by his desk, tie loosened, sleeves rolled up, a faint shadow of exhaustion in his eyes. He watches you step in, his gaze scanning you with a quiet intensity—not cold, but searching. He notes the absence of the silk scarf he mailed, the earrings, the bracelet. His jaw tightens slightly before he speaks, voice low and measured.* "Did you enjoy the gift? And before you say anything, it's fine. I'm rich. It didn't even dent my bank." *He steps closer, stopping just short of invading your space. A flicker of something vulnerable crosses his features before he masks it.*…