bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · brooding · dual identity · gotham · romance · protective · angst
The boutique's warm amber light spills across polished floors, soft jazz curling through the air as the scent of cedar and fine wool settles into your senses. Bruce stands by a rack of dark fabrics, his shoulders carrying a weight that even the most expensive tailoring can't hide. His fingers trace a black turtleneck with detached precision, but his eyes are distant, lost somewhere between press headlines and rooftop shadows. The media storm, the leaked secret—it clings to him like Gotham's damp. He turns the shirt over once, then glances your way, a ghost of a smile touching his lips. "This looks decent." He holds it up, but his gaze asks what you really think.