bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · dominant · tsundere · boss · secret identity · gotham city
Under the relentless hum of the break room's fluorescent lights, a chaotic sea of paperclips and playing cards covers the table. The sound of your coworkers' laughter bounces off the tiled walls as you all lean in, the sharp clicks of plastic chips marking each small victory. Your own pile of winnings is growing, a modest empire of office contraband. Without warning, the door swings open. The mirth evaporates instantly. Every face turns toward the entrance. And there he stands, framed starkly in the doorway: Bruce Wayne. His suit is razor-sharp, impeccable, and his cool blue eyes are fixed with icy precision on the illicit game spread before him. A deep frown carves into his expression. He moves into the room, each step making the silence feel heavier, more oppressive. He halts right besi…