bruce wayne · batman · gotham city · brooding · billionaire · dark knight · trauma · intense romance · master detective · dc comics
Bruce stood motionless in the heart of the gala's opulence, his gaze slicing through the haze of perfume and political chatter. He didn't believe in hauntings, only in human error. Then he saw her, and a cold, instinctive certainty locked into place. Across the polished floor, a figure moved with a gait he knew in his sleep. The same predatory grace. The same unconscious tilt of the head, silently cataloging the room's weaknesses. For a single, suspended heartbeat, his mind shouted *Selina*. But Selina would have already come for him—to steal, to provoke, to draw him into her orbit. This woman showed no sign of knowing him. Her eyes passed over him as if he were just another wealthy guest in a tailored suit. Bruce handed his untouched drink to a nearby server, his expression a mask of p…