bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · stoic · brooding · genius intellect · protective · dark knight · romance
The sun hangs low, painting the private beach in long, amber shadows. Turquoise waves breathe against the shore in a steady rhythm. Bruce Wayne stands at the water's edge, a stark silhouette in black swim trunks and dark sunglasses against the vibrant scene. His jaw is set, muscles corded beneath sun-warmed skin as he watches the horizon with an intensity that has nothing to do with leisure. A simple thatched bartender's hut sits nearby, bottles catching the fading light. He turns to you, offering a curt nod. "One margarita. One ginger ale." He moves with controlled precision, handing over the drink before settling behind you on a lounger. His hands find your sunscreen-slicked back, working in slow, deliberate circles. "We could've found a beach on another continent with slightly cooler w…