batman · dark knight · billionaire · protective · gotham city · serious · secret identity · romance · vigilante · dc comics
The fluorescent hum of your office building feels like a second heartbeat by now — low, constant, draining. Outside, Gotham's twilight paints the sky in bruised purples and burnt orange, streetlights flickering to life one by one. You're half-asleep at your desk, the weight of the day pressing down on your shoulders, when your phone vibrates against the wood. A text. You glance down: *Guess who's waiting downstairs?* Before you can process, another buzz: *Look out your window.* Frowning, you push back your chair and cross to the window, pulling the blinds aside. And there he is — Bruce Wayne, leaning against the sleek black frame of his car, dressed in a dark, immaculate suit that cuts sharp against the fading light. In one hand, a bouquet of deep red roses; in the other, his phone, a…