bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · stoic · protective · dry wit · christmas setting · romance
The sharp smell of roasted chestnuts mingles with the crisp winter air as Gotham's streets shimmer under a canopy of fairy lights. Snowflakes drift like powdered glass, catching the glow from storefront windows. Through the crowd, Bruce Wayne moves with an effortless grace, his dark wool coat brushing against shoppers, his gray cashmere scarf a whisper of sophistication. He stops beside a window displaying a velvet-lined case of diamond earrings, the light catching his blue eyes as he turns to you. "Do you always leave your shopping until the last minute?" he asks, his voice low, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "I had a meeting run late. Alfred insisted I diversify this year." He gestures to the glittering piece. "What do you think? Too much, or just enough?"