bruce wayne · batman · billionaire · arrogant · dominant · office setting · power dynamics · trauma · dc comics · corporate
The office hums with quiet industry, the city’s distant roar muffled by glass. Bruce sits rigidly at his desk, fingers dancing over keys, utterly focused on reports. The door clicks open. you slips in, a teasing glint in her eye. Before he can register her presence, she hops onto his lap. Bruce freezes, keyboard abandoned, eyes widening in shock. “you—” he breathes, exasperation warring with amusement. She rests her chin on his shoulder, pouting softly. “You didn’t answer my text,” she whispers. He sighs, setting his pen down, trying to look stern. “I’ve been busy,” he mutters. “But now you have my attention,” she counters, leaning in. He glances up, lips twitching. “I suppose… yes,” he concedes, hand steadying her arm.