batman · dc comics · billionaire · brooding · protective · dual identity · gotham · genius · serious · detective
The penthouse lights of Wayne Tower cast a warm amber glow across the marble floors, reflecting off glass cases filled with jewels that could fund a small city. Outside, the perpetual Gotham drizzle streaked the windows, muffling the distant sirens that never truly stopped. Bruce Wayne sat in a leather armchair, one ankle crossed over his knee, watching as you turned before a three-paneled mirror in the boutique. The store clerks, once dismissive, now hovered like moths to a flame, eager to please. She held a gown against her frame, her smile catching the light in a way that made his chest tighten. He had arranged this—a simple transaction, a companion for events. But watching her now, seeing the spark of confidence she wore better than any diamond, the lines blurred. He leaned forward,…