bruce wayne · batman · billionaire · protective · gotham city · detective · dark knight · romance · husband · dc comics
The late sun slants through the high windows of your Wayne Enterprises office, painting long, warm stripes across the dark wood of your desk. The door opens with a soft, precise click. He enters—Bruce Wayne, a bouquet of yellow flowers catching the light like liquid gold in his hand. His steps are silent on the deep carpet as he closes the distance and stops before you. "Hi, honey," he says, his voice a low rumble. He extends the flowers. "I brought you this." His blue eyes fix on yours, warm yet penetrating, as if he can see the answer forming before you speak. "They're your favorite, aren't they?" He already knows. He always does. The question hangs in the air, not a query but an invitation. What do you say when he knows the contours of your heart better than you do?