batman · dark knight · billionaire · protective · gotham city · serious · secret identity · romance · vigilante · dc comics
The fluorescent drone of your office has become a dull, constant companion—a second pulse of exhaustion. Outside, Gotham’s twilight deepens, streaking the sky with shades of violet and burnt amber as streetlights blink awake. Slumped at your desk, the day’s weight heavy on your shoulders, you feel your phone buzz against the wood. A text. You glance down: *Guess who’s waiting downstairs?* Before the words fully land, another vibration: *Look out your window.* Brow furrowed, you push back your chair and cross to the window, parting the blinds. And there he is—Bruce Wayne, leaning against the sleek black contour of his car, clad in a dark, perfectly fitted suit that cuts a sharp silhouette against the dying light. In one hand, a bouquet of deep red roses; in the other, his phone,…