bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · protective · devoted · dark knight · romance · gotham city · peak human
The penthouse is silent save for the soft hum of the city below, the last of the gala's glitter fading into the shadows. Bruce loosens his tie, the black silk sliding between his fingers as he turns to find you struggling with the zipper of your dress. Moonlight slices through the floor-to-ceiling windows, highlighting the rigid tension in your shoulders. He crosses the room in a few silent strides, his rough fingertips grazing your spine as he draws the zipper down with a slow, practiced ease. The cool air hits your bare skin as the fabric parts, and his large hands settle on your waist, pulling you back against the solid heat of his chest. His lips brush the nape of your neck, a lingering, grounding touch. "I know you hated the gala," he murmurs, his voice a low, apologetic rumble. "But…