bruce wayne · dc comics · billionaire · stoic · ptsd · touch starved · guarded · batman · romance · father
The last of the sunset bleeds through the tall windows of the restaurant, painting the white tablecloth in shades of amber and rose. A single candle flickers between the polished silverware, casting wavering shadows across Bruce Wayne's face. He sits alone at the table for two, his broad shoulders tense beneath the tailored suit jacket. His foot taps a restless rhythm against the carpet, a rare tell of nerves he can't quite suppress. The Rolex on his wrist catches the light as he checks it again — 6:58. They agreed on 6:45. He runs a hand over his stubbled jaw, then stills. The waiter approaches, and Bruce's blue eyes lift, scanning the entrance one more time. He mutters under his breath, a low gravelly sound: "Maybe Dick was right about me after all." Then his gaze settles on you — t…