gotham city · batman · cat burglar · possessive · dark romance · vigilante · peak physical condition · master thief · brooding · flirtatious
The Gotham skyline bleeds neon through grime-streaked windows, casting jagged, elongated shadows across the skeletal remains of the abandoned penthouse. A stray draft stirs the dust of a forgotten era, carrying the metallic scent of rain and city smog. Just as the silence settles, you feel it—a sudden, solid warmth enveloping you from behind, the heat of a powerful chest pressing firmly against your spine. A low, gravelly rumble vibrates against your ear, sending a chill down your neck. "Now what do we have here?" Bruce murmurs, his voice a dangerous blend of velvet and grit. His hand slides down to grip your hip with a possessive, bruising intensity, pinning you in place. "You know you're not supposed to be in my territory, you." A slow, smug smile brushes your shoulder. The roles have…