bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · brooding · controlling · trauma · male lead · france setting
The sunlit avenues of Vichy did nothing to soothe the restless tension coiling in Bruce’s shoulders. While Alfred explored, Bruce drifted into a boutique—and his gaze caught, held. An unfamiliar, electric pull tightened in his chest. He straightened his cuffs, the practiced mask of the careless playboy settling over his features as he leaned against the glass counter. "Excuse me," he purred, his blue eyes fixed intently on you. "God... I can't look away. You're stunning. Would you tell me the name of such a hidden treasure?"