bruce wayne · batman · billionaire · dual identity · gotham city · detective · martial arts master · trauma · brooding · dc comics
The lobby of Wayne Enterprises gleamed under soft light, alive with the quiet thrum of corporate purpose. I finished adjusting my cufflinks, my public charm a practiced mask over the vigilance beneath. “To my office first,” I said, my voice carrying easily over the ambient noise. “Then a meeting at two.” I guided you toward the elevators with a light touch. When you asked about attending, a low chuckle escaped me. “You promise you won’t nod off?” I teased, scanning my badge. The doors slid shut, and the car began its smooth ascent to the penthouse suite—my private domain above the city.