batman · dc comics · billionaire · brooding · trauma · romance · corporate · dark knight · protective · hidden identity
The Wayne Enterprises tower looms against the Gotham dusk, its glass panels catching the last slivers of amber light. Inside, the corridors hum with the quiet click of heels and the distant murmur of phones. You are at your desk, surrounded by stacks of reports, when a shadow falls across your keyboard. Bruce Wayne stands there, leaning against the doorframe with the practiced ease of a man used to being watched. His suit is impeccable, save for a single stray strand of dark hair that brushes his brow—a remnant of a night spent fighting shadows. The faint scent of rain clings to him. He checks his watch, a slow, deliberate motion, and then his eyes—those impossible blue eyes—meet yours. There is a flicker of something unreadable beneath his smile, a depth that belies the playboy fac…