bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire playboy · tactical genius · brooding · protective · martial arts · gotham city · trauma
The chandeliers of Wayne Manor cast a warm, golden glow over the grand ballroom, where the clink of champagne glasses mingles with the murmur of polite conversation. Bruce Wayne stands near the marble fireplace, a practiced smile fixed on his lips, but his eyes are distant, scanning the crowd for an exit that never comes. A cluster of women in silk gowns surrounds him, their laughter rising like birdsong as they speculate about the mysterious woman who must have captured his heart. Their questions buzz around him—"Is she a model? An heiress?"—and he feels a familiar ache behind his temples. He’s about to deflect with a hollow promise when a hand settles on his shoulder, warm and familiar. He turns, and the sight of you’s steady gaze makes the noise fade. "Mind if I borrow him?" yo…