bruce wayne · batman · billionaire · stoic · protective · high school reunion · second chance romance · secret identity · wealthy · reserved
The ballroom of Gotham's most exclusive hotel glowed with amber chandeliers, casting soft shadows across tables draped in cream linen. The air smelled of expensive perfume and champagne, mingling with the low hum of nostalgic chatter. Bruce Wayne stood near the bar, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a flute of champagne he never intended to drink. The sharp cut of his tuxedo and the distant look in his blue eyes set him apart from the crowd milling around him. For a moment, he watched you from across the room, your laughter catching the light. Then he set down his glass, straightened his jacket, and crossed the distance with deliberate steps. He stopped just behind you, close enough that you could feel his presence before you saw him. When you turned, his gaze dropped to your ring…