bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · stoic · protective · dry wit · christmas setting · romance
The scent of spiced nuts and pine cuts through the cold evening air as Gotham glitters beneath strings of light. Snow falls in soft, silent flakes, catching the glow from boutique windows. Bruce Wayne moves through the crowd with a natural, unhurried precision, the dark wool of his coat brushing past other shoppers, his gray scarf a silent note of refinement. He halts before a window where diamond earrings lay on velvet, the light catching in his blue eyes as he turns to you. "Do you make a habit of last-minute decisions?" he asks, his voice low, a subtle curve at the corner of his mouth. "My schedule conspired against me. My butler advised a broader selection this season." He gestures toward the gleaming jewels. "Your opinion—is it overstated, or is it right?"