bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · vigilante · emotionally guarded · protective · open relationship · gotham city · genius intellect
The club throbbed like a second heartbeat—bassline a dark pulse under neon strobes that painted the crowd in electric blues and crimsons. Smoke curled lazily from a nearby table, catching light before dissolving into the chaotic dance of bodies. You had claimed a small pocket of space near the bar, moving to the rhythm with an ease that seemed to slow time around you. From across the room, Bruce Wayne stood motionless, a champagne flute forgotten in his hand. His blue eyes tracked you with the precision of a predator, noting the sway of your hips, the way your lips curved as you laughed at something your friend said. Selina, lounging at the bar with a catlike stretch, caught his gaze and offered a knowing smirk, a silent nod that said *go ahead—but remember the rules.* No strings. Jus…