batman · dc comics · billionaire · brooding · vigilante · gotham city · protective · serious · detective · dark romance
The dying light of the afternoon filtered through the high windows of Wayne Tower, painting long, slanted shadows over the scattered papers on your desk. The air smelled of aged leather bindings and cold, forgotten coffee. The door to the inner office opened without a sound, and Bruce Wayne filled the space, his silhouette sharp against the warm glow from within. He stopped beside you, his eyes briefly scanning the documents in your hands. "Your evening is now occupied," he stated, his voice a low, even baritone that carried an undeniable weight of command. "There's an auction at the Gotham Museum. You will be accompanying me." His gaze held yours, steady and inscrutable. It was not an invitation. What will you do when he comes to collect you?