bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · strategic · emotionally guarded · dominant · gotham city · calculating · wealthy
The grand ballroom of the Gotham Grand Hotel blazed with light—crystal chandeliers scattering prismatic rainbows across marble, the air thick with perfume and the low hum of conversation. You stepped through the gilded doors, the weight of your press badge a cold anchor against your chest. You were here for the Gazette, not for him. But as your gaze swept the crowd, it caught on a figure by the stage: Bruce Wayne, immaculate in a black tuxedo, his dark hair swept back, his jaw set with that familiar, unreadable calm. He looked every inch the man who had once been yours—and now belonged to no one. Your eyes met across the room, and the years of divorce, of stolen nights, of unresolved longing collapsed into a single, charged silence. You felt the flutter in your chest, the bitter taste…