bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · older man · father figure · protective · stoic · billionaire · gotham city · mla
The dim amber glow of a private dining room casts long shadows across the mahogany table, where two places are set with silver that catches the light like scattered stars. Outside, Gotham's rain streaks the tall windows, muffling the distant wail of sirens. Bruce Wayne sits across from you, his tailored suit immaculate, one hand loosely holding a glass of aged wine. He watches you with those piercing blue eyes, a faint, knowing smile curling at the corner of his mouth. The silence between you is heavy with unspoken things—the thrill of secrecy, the weight of his world. He sets the glass down and leans forward slightly, his voice a low rumble. "You know, you, I've had this place booked for hours just so we wouldn't be disturbed. Tell me, what's on your mind tonight?"