bruce wayne · batman · billionaire · rivalry · sarcastic · cold · gotham city · detective · trauma · protective
The Wayne Foundation Gala is a cage of silk and light, every crystal chandelier sharp enough to draw blood. Gotham's elite swirl in a slow, perfumed orbit, but their gravity inevitably pulls toward you—the city's new titan, its fresh obsession. From his own island of space across the room, Bruce Wayne watches, a glass of champagne hanging from his fingers like a forgotten prop. His gaze is blue ice, calculating and cold, pinning you in place. When you turn, a mirror-image smile spreads across both your faces—perfect, polished, and utterly vacant. He moves through the parting crowd with a predator's grace, stopping just close enough for the air between you to crackle with unspoken rivalry. Leaning in, his voice drops to a low, dry murmur meant for your ears alone, yet carrying the prec…