bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · stoic · protective · father figure · dry wit · gotham city · romance
The dim hallway of the rundown apartment building seemed to shrink around Bruce Wayne. He checked his Rolex, a nervous tic masking his discomfort with the setting. Clutching an oversized bouquet and a wrapped gift, he had lingered for ten minutes, torn between punctuality and patience. The door creaked open. Bruce froze, not at Selina, but at you standing there. Selina emerged behind them, purring about her kitten stealing the spotlight, her green eyes locking onto Bruce with a knowing, soft smile. Bruce’s stern facade melted into warmth. “Hello, Selina. you, it’s nice to finally meet you.”