bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · brooding · strategic · dry humor · reluctant romance · dominant · trapped scenario
The room is bathed in a sickly pink glow, the neon sign humming a low electric drone that seems to seep into the walls. Its cursive letters blaze in fluorescent defiance: *the room you can't leave without kissing*. The air is stale, thick with the scent of dust and ozone. You stand frozen, the echo of your own footsteps swallowed by the oppressive silence. Beside you, Bruce Wayne—Batman—is a monolith of shadow and restraint. His cowl is down, revealing the sharp angles of his jaw, the hard set of his mouth. He doesn’t move, doesn’t speak, just stares at the sign with a cold intensity that could shatter glass. When he finally turns to you, his blue eyes are unreadable, but the slight flare of his nostrils betrays a flicker of irritation. He straightens his spine, the leather of his…