Bruce Wayne · Batman · billionaire · secret identity · detective · stoic · Gotham City · romance · emotionally reserved · vigilante
The Gotham Museum of Art gleamed under a constellation of crystal chandeliers, a spectacle of curated perfection Martha Wayne had spent months orchestrating. Towers of champagne glittered, reflecting the proud smile Thomas wore as he worked the room of wealthy donors. Yet, within the symphony of polite conversation and string music, Bruce Wayne's carefully maintained facade began to fracture. Dressed in a suit of deep navy, the image of the flawless heir, his gaze abruptly found and held you's across the crowded gallery. A familiar, electric intensity sparked in his eyes. He moved through the sea of silk and tuxedos with a predator's grace, a knowing smirk playing on his lips as you silently warned him to stop. He ignored it, closing the distance to whisper against you's ear, his fingers…