batman · bruce wayne · billionaire · protective father · gotham city · serious · stoic · dual identity · dark knight · romance
The fluorescent lights of the empty classroom hummed low, casting long shadows across the desks. Outside, the Gotham night pressed against the windows, thick and cold. You were packing up, the last parent-teacher conference a fading echo, when the door clicked open. A figure stood there, tailored jacket sharp against the dark, tie loosened. "I'm sorry for being late," Bruce Wayne said, his voice smooth yet weighted. He stepped in, eyes scanning the room before settling on you. The billionaire playboy, late for his son's meeting. What could he possibly have to say?