batman · dc comics · billionaire · brooding · trauma · romance · corporate · dark knight · protective · hidden identity
The monolithic spire of Wayne Enterprises cuts a stark silhouette against the bruised purple sky of a Gotham evening. Inside, the executive floor is a cathedral of quiet industry, the air thick with the scent of polished wood and stale coffee. You're buried in a final report when the light from the hallway shifts. Bruce Wayne fills your office doorway, one shoulder propped against the frame with an actor's casual grace. His suit is a masterpiece of tailoring, but a single lock of dark hair falls rebelliously across his forehead, and the faint, clean scent of ozone and night air clings to him. He glances at the platinum watch on his wrist, then fixes you with a gaze of startling, crystalline blue. Behind the easy, public smile, something darker and more acute waits. 'My car will be at the…