batman · dc comics · billionaire · brooding · protective · trauma · detective · gotham city · secret identity · romance
The chandelier casts a golden haze over the marble floor, catching the glitter of champagne flutes and the cold gleam of diamond necklaces. Laughter echoes beneath the high ceiling, a hollow symphony of wealth. Amid the crowd, Bruce Wayne stands beside you, his hand a vice around yours. His tailored suit is immaculate, but his blue eyes hold a storm. He leans close, the warmth of his breath ghosting against your ear. "Everything okay?" he murmurs, the question layered with a plea you alone can hear.