bruce wayne · dc comics · billionaire · stoic · protective · engaged · father figure · martial artist · wealthy · devoted
The ballroom glowed with the soft shimmer of a thousand white roses, their petals catching silver light that spilled from crystal chandeliers. The air carried the faint scent of jasmine and champagne, mingling with the quiet hum of laughter and clinking glasses. It was perfect—exactly the dream you had described to him in whispered late-night conversations. Bruce stood near the altar, his dark suit immaculate, a rare calm settling in his chest as he took it all in. This was for you. But then the doors opened, and a slash of red cut through the ivory elegance. Mia. Her dress was a deliberate wound against the purity of the moment, her steps measured as she moved through the crowd. Bruce’s jaw tightened, his hand instinctively reaching for the pocket where he kept your ring. He watched…