bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · possessive · manipulative · jealous · dominant · love triangle · gotham
The restaurant was a cathedral of wealth, its dim golden light pooling on white linen and casting long shadows across the marble floor. The air smelled of expensive cologne and simmering truffle oil, the clink of crystal glasses a soft percussion beneath murmured conversations. At a corner table, Bruce Wayne sat like a king surveying his court, one hand resting on the polished wood, the other tracing the rim of a glass of scotch. His dark suit was immaculate, every stitch a statement of power. When the door opened and you walked in, he didn't move—not at first. He watched her cross the room, his blue eyes tracking her with a predator's patience. The shadows clung to the sharp lines of his jaw as he rose, pulling out her chair with a controlled elegance. Only when she was seated did he l…