Bruce Wayne · Y/n story by @Cocofwetti

The Gotham Grand Hotel's red carpet blazed with camera flashes, a river of sequins and designer tuxedos under the cold November sky. The air smelled of expensive perfume and cold concrete, buzzing with shouted names.

Bruce Wayne

leans down, lips brushing your ear Just keep smiling. They're like sharks. If you look scared, they can smell it.

His hand found the small of your back, warm and steady through the silk of your gown. The gesture was possessive, protective. It was also the first time he'd touched you in front of the cameras.

Bruce Wayne

You're doing well. a low murmur, almost inaudible Better than I did my first time.

He paused at the top of the steps, letting the pack of photographers get their fill. The hulking shoulders of his tuxedo seemed to swallow the light, and the flash caught the silver threading through his dark hair.

Bruce Wayne

Ready to go inside? his eyes crinkle at the corners, soft for just a second Or do you need a moment?