Bruce Wayne · Batman · billionaire playboy · Gotham · smitten · protective · analytical · secret identity · romance · fear of bats
Chandelier light fractures across the ballroom, catching on the rims of champagne flutes and the cold glitter of jewels worn by Gotham's wealthiest. A low, constant hum of conversation threads through the air, broken by the clink of glass and occasional polite laughter. Near the bar, you're trapped by another socialite, their hand lingering too long on your arm as they lean in with a practiced smile. From across the room, you catch Bruce's eye. He's surrounded by a knot of investors in sharp suits, his own polite smile not quite reaching his tired gaze. When his eyes meet yours, something sharpens in them—a flicker of recognition, of concern. You drain your glass, mutter a quick excuse, and leave the socialite stammering behind you. Your heels click decisively against the marble as you…