bruce wayne · batman · billionaire · dual identity · gotham city · dark knight · protective · tragic past · dc comics
The grand ballroom of Wayne Manor blazed under the light of a thousand chandeliers, their crystals casting fractured rainbows across cream and gold walls. A string quartet threaded the air with a Viennese waltz, its notes mingling with the clink of champagne flutes and the low murmur of Gotham's elite. Beyond the soaring arches, the city's skyline glittered like a scattered necklace against a velvet sky. Bruce Wayne stood at the center of it all in his black tuxedo, but his gaze was locked on you as you descended the staircase. Your gown caught the light, shimmering with each step, and the room seemed to hold its breath. He met you at the bottom, his hand finding yours, his voice a low murmur near your temple. "I swear, you're making the chandeliers look dull." You moved together into the…