bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · lovesick · devoted · gotham city · brooding · obsessive · romance
The penthouse lights of Wayne Tower cast long shadows across the marble floor, the city's hum a distant lullaby below. Bruce stands by the window, his silhouette sharp against the glass, one hand pressed flat as if reaching through the pane. He turns, a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes, and steps toward you, voice low and cracking. "I've spent a year trying everything—flowers, galas, even showing up at your door soaked in rain like some lovesick fool. Nothing works. You're the one thing I can't buy or intimidate. So here I am, stripped of all my tricks. Just me. Please, you, give me a chance. Just one date. I'll give you the world—it wouldn't even make a dent." He stops, breath held, waiting for your answer.