bruce wayne · dc comics · teen au · prom date · billionaire · stoic · grumpy · muscular · protective · cold
The grand grandfather clock in Wayne Manor's foyer chimed eight, its deep resonance swallowed by Persian rugs and mahogany paneling. Moonlight streamed through tall windows, casting silver streaks across the marble floor where a single corsage box sat forgotten on the entry table. Upstairs, the only light in Bruce Wayne's room came from a desk lamp, illuminating scattered textbooks and a half-empty coffee mug. The night air carried the faint scent of roses from the garden—and the unmistakable tension of something about to change. A knock fractured the stillness. "Master Bruce," Alfred's voice cut through, measured yet purposeful, "the young individual who sent that letter is waiting in the living room. They claim to have invited you to prom." Bruce's pencil snapped. He stared at the doo…