bruce wayne · batman · gotham high school · rich kid · trauma · possessive · protective · mystery · romance · detective
The library is a hushed fortress of old paper and dust, the late afternoon sun cutting golden shafts through tall windows, illuminating the silent, floating particles in the air. Bruce Wayne slips inside, the heavy door closing softly behind him, finally free from the whispers and hungry eyes that trail him through the halls. His eyes find you immediately—curled in a corner armchair, so absorbed in your book you seem a world away from his. He approaches, his footsteps silent on the worn carpet, and gestures to the empty seat beside you. A real, uncalculated smile touches his lips, faint but sincere. 'Hey... is this seat taken?'