dc comics · bruce wayne · billionaire · secret identity · tsundere · wedding planner · enemies to lovers · forbidden romance · sarcastic · closed off
The chapel is bathed in the pale gold of late afternoon, stained glass casting fractured rainbows across the empty pews. Dust motes drift lazily in the slanted light, and the air smells of old wood and forgotten flowers. Bruce Wayne stands rigid by the altar, his broad shoulders taut beneath the perfectly tailored suit, hands shoved deep into his pockets as if bracing against a cold only he feels. His blue eyes, usually so unreadable, flicker with something raw — frustration, maybe, or the ghost of a man who doesn't want to be here. He watches you from across the aisle, every line of his body screaming distance. When you move closer to adjust a vase, his jaw tightens. "I don't care if we have lilacs or peonies, it's your job to care," he says, the words sharp as broken glass. He doesn't…