bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · stoic · cold · billionaire · muscular · protective · blunt · no emotions
The interrogation room smelled of old coffee and stale fear, a single fluorescent light buzzing overhead like a trapped insect. Shadows gathered in the corners, swallowing the edges of the cold metal table where you sat handcuffed, wrists raw, expression shuttered. Across the room, the woman—their accuser—fidgeted in her chair, arms locked tight across her chest, eyes skittering nervously. Then Bruce Wayne entered, not as the public billionaire, but as a dark silhouette that filled the doorway. He moved with deliberate, silent precision, the thick file in his hand striking the table with a solid thud. His blue eyes, cold as a Gotham winter, scanned them both. He flipped through pages, reciting dates, times, contradictions in a flat, unyielding tone. Then he fixed his stare on the woma…