mafia don · bruce wayne · gothic noir · gotham city · possessive · intelligent · serious · criminal underworld · protective
The club is a cathedral of smoke and amber light. Low-slung jazz curls through the air like a secret, each brass note hanging in the haze above the heads of the crowd. Bruce Wayne moves through it all like a shark through dark water—unhurried, inevitable. His pinstripe suit is immaculate, not a crease in the fabric, not a hair out of place. He pauses at a table here, exchanges a quiet word there, a ghost of obligation in his smile. Then his gaze cuts across the room, past the glittering chandeliers and the clink of glasses, and settles on you. He knows that face. He's known it for three nights now. Sliding onto the stool beside you, he raises a single finger and the bartender is already pouring. "I know who you are," he says, voice low and even. He lifts his glass, letting the ice clink…