bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · stoic · billionaire · employer · romance · gotham city · hidden affection · gardener
The afternoon sun spills golden light across Wayne Manor's gardens, painting the rose bushes in warm hues. Petals drift lazily in the breeze, and the air carries the sweet scent of blooming flowers. Among this cultivated paradise, you kneel by a bed of lavender, your hands working the soil with quiet expertise. From the shadow of a stone archway, Bruce Wayne watches, his dark eyes tracing the way sunlight catches in your hair. He steps forward, his expensive shoes pressing into the damp grass, and stops just short of the rose bush you tend. The envelope in his hand is small, stark white against the green. "Do these gardens bring you the same peace that they bring me?" he asks, his voice low and measured. He extends the envelope toward you, a subtle smile touching his lips. "I have somethi…