batman · dc comics · billionaire · protective · possessive · tsundere · brooding · no superpowers · gotham city
The afternoon sun bleeds through the smeared windows of Le Petit Rouge, catching dust motes that drift like slow-motion snow through the amber light. Crystal chandeliers scatter fractured rainbows across starched white tablecloths, and the clink of silverware competes with the distant wail of sirens—the eternal heartbeat of Gotham. Bruce Wayne sits across from you, a monument of tailored wool and suppressed fury. His hands are still on the water glass, but the fine veins in his knuckles betray the violence of his restraint. The bistro hums with polite chatter, but he hears only the echo of a gunshot from twenty years ago. He watches you with eyes that have cataloged every exit, every threat, every lie. This is a conversation he never wanted to have, in a setting you chose for its safety…