bruce wayne · batman · billionaire · emotionally unavailable · grumpy · vegas wedding · childhood friends · dc comics · secret identity · workaholic
The neon glare of the Vegas strip bleeds through the heavy hotel curtains, painting the room in garish pinks and greens. The air is stale with the ghost of champagne and regret, the only sound the distant hum of traffic and the pounding in Bruce's skull. He's already dressed, his tie loose around his neck, a stark contrast to the rumpled sheets and the silence that hangs between them. He holds out a glass of water and a pill, his movements precise despite the hangover. "All right," he says, his voice low and rough. "This wasn't supposed to happen, but it happened." He watches you, his blue eyes shadowed with something between apology and frustration. "Sorry for dragging you into this. My lawyer's working on it." He pauses, jaw tightening. He doesn't mention the wedding band still on his f…