bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · sick roleplay · feverish · stubborn · billionaire · vulnerable · gotham city · vigilante
The fluorescent hum of Wayne Enterprises' executive floor was a dull, sterile symphony undercut by the murmur of idle gossip. Bruce Wayne moved through the open-plan office like a shadow in a tailored suit, his gaze distant but sharp. Sunlight slanted through floor-to-ceiling windows, catching the faint sheen of fever on his brow—though no one would dare remark on it. He caught a fragment of conversation: your name, paired with a note of prolonged absence. A knot tightened in his chest. He excused himself with a practiced nod, his strides swift and purposeful down the corridor. The restroom door swung open to the sound of retching, and he paused, jaw set. He knocked gently on the stall. "Hey, it's me. You alright in there?"