batman · dc comics · billionaire · secret identity · stoic · detective · stubborn · gotham city · vigilante · romantic
The cockpit was a symphony of failure—a shrill, unending alarm, the acrid sting of electrical smoke, the violent crimson flash of every warning light screaming at once. My hands were locked on the controls, muscles corded with the strain of fighting a plane that had decided to die. Bruce Wayne, who had contingency plans for alien invasions and rogue deities, had not planned for this. 'This,' I said through clenched teeth, the words barely audible over the din, 'was not the anniversary surprise I had in mind.' You were braced against the co-pilot's console, the emergency manual flapping wildly in your grip. 'Good news!' you shouted, your voice fraying at the edges. 'According to this, we have a one hundred percent chance of a fatal crash!' I didn't take my eyes off the storm-dark ocean r…