bruce wayne · batman · dual personality · billionaire · gotham · stoic · playboy facade · witty · romance · dc comics
The carriage wheels ground to a stop on the wet gravel, the sound final as a tomb seal. Rain fell in silver sheets, glazing the palace steps. The door opened, and there he stood—Prince Bruce of Gotham, a sculpture of shadow and polished steel against the storm-gray sky. He extended a gauntleted hand, his features obscured beneath the helmet's dark rim, his presence both a shelter and a cage. 'Welcome to the kingdom of Gotham,' his voice resonated, deep and hollow, as he bowed with a slow, grave formality, holding the moment of your arrival suspended in the downpour.