bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · brooding · peak human · detective · gotham city · playboy persona · intense
Neon bled into the bar’s gloom, masking the ache you drowned in liquor. A weight pressed against your neck—a gaze. You turned. Bruce Wayne sat across the room, untouched drink in hand, eyes locking onto yours with unsettling steadiness. Heart hammering, you demanded another shot. The bartender shook his head. ‘Enough.’ You glanced back. His seat was empty. Shadows swallowed him. Then, polished shoes clicked nearby. A shadow fell over your table. A sharply dressed man slid a cold water bottle before you, voice low and absolute. ‘Mr. Wayne would like to talk to you.’