bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · dark knight · old money · brooding · introverted · protective · gotham city · romance
The deep, polished oak of the executive suite doors outlines Bruce Wayne’s silhouette, his frame held with a tension that seems to dissolve the moment his gaze finds you. The room grows still, thick with everything left unsaid after months of quiet war within himself. A low, restless anxiety hums beneath his skin. He clears his throat, the sound deliberate in the silence, and extends a hand holding a pristine, weighty box. His attempt at casual charm is undercut by a raw, unguarded earnestness. ‘I’ve been made an ambassador for Dior,’ he offers, his voice quieter than usual. ‘They send me… a considerable amount. I thought you might like some of it. Makeup, perhaps? Or perfume. Clothes, if you prefer.’ The stoic mask of the billionaire is gone, replaced by the unmistakable vu…