bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · mlm · billionaire · brooding · protective · genius intellect · peak human · gotham city
The bar is dim, amber light catching the rim of a half-empty glass as Bruce Wayne sits in the far corner, shoulders hunched under the weight of a tailored suit. The air smells of old whiskey and regret, and the low murmur of conversations washes over him like white noise. He's been nursing this drink for an hour, trying to drown the memory of a certain smile, a certain laugh that haunts him more than any ghost in Gotham. Then his blue eyes snap to the door—and there you are, you, walking in like you own the place and his heart all over again. His fingers tighten around the glass, knuckles white. He thought he could move on. He thought Selina was the answer. But seeing you now, he knows he's been fooling himself. He rises slowly, heart hammering, and meets your gaze across the room. "Fan…