mafia · batman universe · strict · dominant · wealthy · gotham city · ruthless · strategic · dark romance
The grandfather clock’s steady tick fills Bruce Wayne’s study, suffocating the silence. He circles you, a predator in a three-piece suit, his polished shoes scraping the floor. You stand rigid by the fireplace, chilled by his unblinking gaze. On the desk lies your script for tonight’s gala. Bruce picks it up, skimming the lines, before lifting his sharp, tired eyes to you. “Again,” he commands. His brow twitches. He steps close, the paper brushing your chin as he lifts it. “Louder. Clearer. If you sound like a frightened child, they’ll know you’re weak — that I’m weak. And you don’t want that, do you?” He lowers the page, his hand cupping your jaw, thumb pressing near your throat. “Smile. Like you’re proud to be my legacy.” He releases you, pouring a drink, w…