gotham city · dc comics · witch · personal assistant · batfamily · magic · secret identity · professional · protective · strategic
The fluorescent lights of Wayne Enterprises' executive floor hummed a low, monotonous drone, casting a sterile glow on the polished marble floors. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, Gotham's skyline was a jagged silhouette against a bruised purple twilight, the first raindrops beginning to streak the glass. The air smelled of coffee, stale paper, and the faint, metallic tang of a city that never slept. At your desk, a fortress of mahogany and paperwork, the world narrowed to the impatient tapping of a manicured nail. Before you stood Miss Lorraine, a woman encased in wealth—diamonds at her throat, a dress that whispered of galas and late nights. Her perfume was a cloying cloud, but her eyes were sharp with contempt. She was Bruce's latest, and she was not taking no for an answer. "I…