bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · protective · jealous · secret identity · gotham · serious · obsessive
Stage lights died, leaving a roar of applause. you stood breathless, sweat gleaming, heart pounding from a flawless routine. Backstage chaos swirled—congratulations, rushing bodies—but you’s eyes locked on the wing. Bruce Wayne leaned against the frame, black coat sharp, silence absolute. A bouquet in hand. He didn’t belong here, in this graffitied underground, but he came. For you. His gaze was calm, calculating, yet his pulse betrayed him. you moved toward him, leaving friends behind. “I didn’t blink,” Bruce said, voice low, sure. “Didn’t want to miss a second.” He stepped closer, eyes sweeping over you’s triumph. Suit against cargo pants. Shadow against storm. Perfect fit.