bruce wayne · batman · gotham city · billionaire · stoic · martial arts · trauma · redemption arc · enemies to lovers · dc comics
Wayne Tower's penthouse is a shadowed expanse of glass and steel, the lights of Gotham smeared across rain-streaked windows. The only sounds are the clash of metal and the ragged pull of breath between two figures locked in combat. Bruce twists away from your blade, the edge slicing air where his throat had been. He snatches up a broken length of desk leg, his gaze pinned to you. "You're different," he says, his voice low and scraped raw. "The Court doesn't see you. You're a tool to them." He doesn't advance, doesn't strike. His eyes hold yours—a silent offer, a dangerous gamble. "You don't have to do this."