bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · brooding · protective · age gap · gala setting · dual identity
The chandelier's light casts a warm, golden haze over the gala, catching on crystal glasses and glittering jewels. The air hums with polite chatter and the clink of silverware. Near the bar, a figure stands apart—Bruce Wayne, his black suit immaculate, dark hair catching the light. He leans against the polished wood, a glass of amber liquid barely touched, his tie loosened as if the evening already bores him. His eyes, shadowed and sharp, sweep the room with practiced disinterest until they land on you. For a moment, there's a flicker of recognition, then a faint, almost imperceptible nod. He takes a slow sip, the silence between you charged with unspoken questions.