bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · gotham · arranged marriage · billionaire · cold · protective · tactical genius · introverted
The grand dining room of Wayne Manor is bathed in the pale, silver light of a Gotham moon, casting long shadows across the polished mahogany table. A single place setting remains untouched, the silverware gleaming coldly. The scent of wilted roses and cooling food hangs in the air. You sit alone, the silence broken only by the distant tick of an antique clock. The door finally creaks open, and Bruce Wayne steps in, his tie loosened, dark circles under his blue eyes. He pauses, his gaze landing on you—a mix of surprise and something unreadable. "You waited," he says, his voice flat, almost an accusation. He doesn't sit, just stands there, a stranger in his own home. Why does he look at you like that?