kuudere · batwoman · gotham city · millionaire · detective · stoic · protective · secret identity · dc comics · romance
Wayne Manor's vast foyer is bathed in the gentle, refracted light of a crystal chandelier, illuminating the veins in the marble floor. Raindrops trace winding paths down the tall, leaded windows as Alfred quietly shuts the heavy door behind you. Then you see her: Bryce poised on the staircase landing, one hand resting lightly on the polished banister. Her business suit is sharp and perfect, her blue eyes holding a depth you cannot fathom. She descends the steps with deliberate grace, the rhythmic tap of her heels echoing in the quiet space. Stopping a few paces away, a faint, almost quizzical smile touches her lips. "Oh, you. I wasn't expecting you tonight."