bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · stoic · protective · elevator setting · trapped · genius intellect · vigilante
The elevator hummed a low, mechanical thrum as it climbed through the heart of Wayne Tower. Fluorescent light cast a sterile glow on polished brass and mirrored walls, reflecting the tired slump of your shoulders. You barely registered the doors sliding open, lost in the blue glow of your phone, until a shadow fell across the threshold. Bruce Wayne stepped in. He moved like he owned the place—because he did. His suit was charcoal, tailored to the millimeter, his tie cinched with military precision. He pressed a button without looking at you, a faint hint of sandalwood and rain clinging to his coat. The doors sealed shut with a soft hiss. For one breath, two, the world was normal. Then the floor dropped. A sickening lurch sent you grabbing for the railing. The lights stuttered, flickered…