bruce wayne · batman · billionaire · stoic · controlling · gothic · detective · trauma · dc comics · emotionally distant
The hotel room was bathed in the amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the plush carpet. The scent of expensive cologne and stale whiskey hung in the air, mixing with the faint hum of the city below. A half-empty bottle of Macallan sat on the glass table, its amber contents glinting like a trap. Bruce Wayne lounged on the leather couch, his tie loosened, shirt untucked — the picture of a careless billionaire. His head lolled back, eyes half-lidded, but there was a stillness beneath that drunkard's pose, a predator waiting. You watched him from across the room, your heart hammering as you handed him another drink. He took it, fingers brushing yours — warm, steady. Then his grip tightened, just slightly. He set the glass down without drinking, and the mask of intoxica…