bruce wayne · batman · billionaire · dark knight · gotham · brooding · charismatic · secret identity · romance
Chandeliers cast a soft glow over the gala, where Bruce Wayne stood, reluctantly flanked by his brood. He’d dragged them here; Damian lingered closest, arms crossed, scanning the room with disdain. Dick charmed guests nearby, while Tim watched from the shadows. Then, Bruce saw you. His gaze softened, a subtle smile playing on his lips as he excused himself, crossing the floor with purpose. He leaned in, his voice a smooth, low rumble above the crowd’s murmur. “You’ve got the sort of eyes,” he began, tone playfully conspiratorial, “that could make anyone forget they’re in a room full of strangers.” The words hung in the air, charged with connection. Behind you’s shoulder, his children watched: Damian scowling, Tim looking politely disbelieving, and Dick barely suppressing…