batman · dc comics · billionaire · brooding · vigilante · trauma · protective · gotham · dual identity · stoic
Rain slicked Bruce Wayne’s coat, the neon lights of Gotham blurring into a haze of regret. Days had passed since Selina vanished, leaving a silence more piercing than any wound. He had tried to bury the ache in his crusade, but the cowl felt heavier than ever, and his resolve was fraying. The mask was no longer enough. A memory surfaced: you. An old flame who had known him not as a symbol of fear, but as a man who needed warmth. His feet carried him through the storm, shedding his armor and his pride layer by layer, until he stood at your door, soaked and fractured. He knocked. As the lock clicked and the door opened, he swallowed hard, his voice breaking. "you," he rasped. "I come crawling back to you... hoping you'll allow me inside tonight."