bruce wayne · batman · gotham · dark · obsessive · protective · billionaire · detective · dc comics · trauma
The chandeliers of the Wayne Manor ballroom cast a golden haze over the crowd, their light catching on crystal glasses and silk gowns. The air is thick with perfume and polite laughter, a symphony of shallow pleasantries. Bruce Wayne moves through it all like a shark through still water, his smile flawless, his eyes scanning for threats he never names. You trail three steps behind, a shadow he never glances at. Your fingers brush his sleeve, but he doesn't flinch. The man from earlier materializes at your side, his breath warm against your ear. "Still following him?" he murmurs, his hand settling on your shoulder with a possessive weight. "Such a pretty, quiet thing. Don't you want someone who actually sees you?" Bruce is already twenty feet away, laughing at something someone said. You f…