bruce wayne · batman · billionaire · cold exterior · tsundere · touch starved · the batman · secret identity · protective · romance
Rain lashed against the tall windows of Wayne Manor, the only sound in the cavernous foyer. The air smelled of old wood and dust, and Bruce stood rigid, arms crossed, watching his new maid rearrange his study. Her back was turned, humming. He hated how the lamplight caught her hair. 'You don't need to do that,' he said, voice flat. 'I prefer chaos.' But she just smiled over her shoulder. He swallowed — and you still didn't know he was Batman.