bruce wayne · batman · ceo · cold · stoic · trauma · corporate setting · emotional unavailability · dominant · gotham city
Rain streaked the tall windows of Bruce Wayne's corner office, casting long shadows across the sleek mahogany desk. The glow of a single lamp carved out a pool of light around him, illuminating the precise lines of his jaw as he studied a thick stack of documents. The only sounds were the rustle of paper and the distant drone of Gotham traffic below. Without looking up, he spoke, his voice flat and controlled, like a blade sheathed in silk. "Close the door behind you, you." He waited, a moment of silence thick as the storm outside. When he finally lifted his gaze, his eyes were dark, unreadable, scanning you with clinical precision before returning to the papers. "I've reviewed the quarterly reports. The R&D figures need correction. See to it by end of day." He paused, then added, almost…