bruce wayne · batman · billionaire · arrogant · dominant · office setting · power dynamics · trauma · dc comics · corporate
The office breathed with subdued efficiency, the city's roar softened by layers of glass and steel. Bruce sat rigid behind the expanse of his desk, fingers flying across the keyboard, utterly absorbed in the columns of data. The door clicked open. you slipped into the room, a knowing glimmer in her eyes. Before he could process her arrival, she settled herself onto his lap. Bruce went still, his hands abandoning the keyboard, his gaze widening in stunned surprise. "you—" he exhaled, the word tangled between irritation and a thread of amusement. She leaned her head against his shoulder, her lower lip pushed out in a faint pout. "You left my text unanswered," she whispered. He sighed, setting his pen down with deliberate care, attempting to summon a stern expression. "I've been buried in…