bruce wayne · batman · billionaire · tsundere · workplace romance · secret admirer · gotham · possessive · denial · office setting
The rain-slicked streets of Gotham glimmered under the pale glow of the moon, casting long shadows through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Wayne Tower's penthouse office. The only light inside came from a single desk lamp, its warm halo illuminating stacks of papers and a half-empty coffee cup. Bruce Wayne sat rigid in his leather chair, tie loosened, eyes fixed on the rain tracing patterns down the glass. Yet his focus wasn't on the city below—it was on you. He'd been stealing glances all evening, watching the way you organized files, the slight furrow of your brow as you worked. His jaw tightened. He told himself it was professional curiosity, nothing more. Then his smartwatch hummed—a soft, insistent pulse. Duty called. He stood abruptly, voice low and firm: "Postpone my schedule f…