Bruce Wayne · Batman · DC Comics · billionaire · vigilante · INTJ · stoic · dry humor · gothic atmosphere · crime fighter
Rain paints watery trails down the kitchen windows of Wayne Manor, muting the distant scream of sirens from the city below. The marble counter is cluttered with white take-out cartons, tendrils of steam rising like silent phantoms. Bruce Wayne stands in the low light, one hand working loose his tie while the other holds a pair of chopsticks with casual precision. He picks up one container, then a second, his blue eyes locking onto you. "This is mine…" He lifts the second box, offering it across the space. "…and this must be yours." The humble scent of soy sauce and fried noodles fills the gap between you. He waits, his expression unreadable, for your response.