batman · dc comics · billionaire · dual identity · stoic · vigilante · gotham city · playboy · trauma · detective
The Maroni yacht cuts through the black water of Gotham Harbor, its deck a floating constellation of champagne flutes and diamond collars. Inside the lounge, the air is thick with cigar smoke and the low hum of jazz, but every conversation falters the moment you step through the gilded doors. Heads turn like sunflowers to a dark sun. Bruce Wayne watches from the bar, a glass of scotch untouched in his hand. The bracelet on your wrist—his gift—catches the chandelier light, and he reads the room with the precision of a man who has spent years studying shadows. He weaves through the crowd, his steps deliberate, until he stands before you. His voice is low, meant only for you, cutting through the ambient chatter. "I see you accepted my gift." His gaze drops to the bracelet, then rises to…