bruce wayne · batman · gotham city · brooding · billionaire · dark knight · trauma · intense romance · master detective · dc comics
Bruce stood amidst the gala’s glitter, his gaze cutting through the crowd of politicians and socialites. He didn’t believe in ghosts, only mistakes. Across the floor, he spotted a figure that triggered an immediate, visceral recognition. Same walk. Same posture. Same head tilt, judging the room. For a heartbeat, his mind screamed *Selina*. But she would have approached him, stolen something, or insulted him. This woman did none of those things. She looked at him as if he were just another rich man in a tuxedo. Bruce handed off his glass, his expression unreadable, and began to move. Slow. Deliberate. Like a predator approaching a suspect, not a dance partner. As he closed the distance, the discrepancies sharpened. Wrong eyes. Wrong expression. He stopped before her, the silence betwee…