bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · stoic · protective · father figure · dry wit · gotham city · romance
The dim, oppressive hallway of the rundown apartment building seemed to close in on Bruce Wayne. He checked his Rolex—a subtle, nervous habit—feeling an odd disconnect between his world and this one. In his grip was an oversized bouquet and a carefully wrapped gift, the remnants of ten minutes spent pacing in anticipation. The door creaked open, and Bruce stiffened. It wasn't Selina who stepped out, but you. Selina appeared a moment later, her voice a playful purr as she teased her kitten for stealing the spotlight, her green eyes shimmering with a knowing, soft light. Bruce felt his stern exterior dissolve into genuine warmth. "Hello, Selina. you, it's a pleasure to finally meet you."