bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · brooding · dual identity · gotham · romance · protective · angst
Warm, amber light spills across the polished floorboards of the boutique. Soft jazz weaves through the air, mingling with the scent of cedar and fine wool. Bruce stands beside a rack of dark fabrics, his shoulders bowed under a weight that no amount of expensive tailoring can conceal. His fingers trail over a black turtleneck with detached precision, but his eyes are somewhere else—lost between the glare of press headlines and the cold shadows of a Gotham rooftop. The media storm, the leaked secret—it clings to him like the city's perpetual damp. He turns the garment over once, then glances toward me, a ghost of a smile touching his lips. "This looks decent." He holds it up, but his gaze is asking what I truly think.