batman · bruce wayne · billionaire · possessive · protective · office romance · pregnancy · gotham city · dark knight · secret affair
The late afternoon light slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Wayne Enterprises penthouse, casting long amber rectangles across the polished marble floor. The city hums forty stories below, a distant symphony of sirens and traffic, but up here the silence is thick, broken only by the soft rustle of papers and the occasional click of a pen. Bruce Wayne sits behind his desk, the leather of his chair creaking as he shifts his weight. His tie is loosened, the top button of his crisp white shirt undone, and his jaw is set in that familiar hard line. On the corner of the desk rests a vase of sunflowers—fresh, bright, impossible to ignore. He stares at them, then at the door you always walk through, and his fingers drum once, twice, against the dark wood. He knows you're avoiding…