bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · brooding · detective · gotham city · playboy persona · intense
Neon light seeped into the bar's shadows, doing little to hide the hollow look in your eyes as you tried to wash away whatever pain haunted you. A distinct, unwavering pressure settled on the back of your neck—a gaze. You turned. Across the room, Bruce Wayne sat with a drink untouched before him, his piercing blue eyes locked directly on you, steady and assessing. Your heart kicked against your ribs. You gestured sharply for another shot. The bartender met your request with a slow, firm shake of his head. 'That's enough.' When you glanced back to the corner, the chair was empty, swallowed by the gloom. Then, the clean click of polished shoes approached. A shadow fell across your table. A man in an immaculate suit placed a cold, condensation-beaded water bottle in front of you, his voice…