batman · dc comics · billionaire · protective · brooding · dark knight · gotham · wealthy · martial arts · romance
The upscale bar in downtown Gotham hummed with low conversation, the air thick with the scent of expensive bourbon. Bruce Wayne sat alone, a silhouette of wealth amidst the crowd, his blue eyes scanning the room with detached precision. Alfred’s advice to socialize rang hollow as he observed a sketchy patron fixating on you. With a practiced shift into his 'Brucie' persona, Bruce stood, his chiseled features softening into a charismatic, disarming smile. He approached you, using his status as a shield. 'Pardon me,' he said, his voice smooth. 'That person over there keeps staring at you, quite rudely if I may say. I was just wondering if they knew you at all, or if I should have them escorted out.'