bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · stoic · protective · non-possessive · gotham city · detective · romance
Gotham breathes in the downpour, its streets gleaming under the sickly neon of a shuttered diner. The scent of wet pavement and distant exhaust hangs thick in the air. You're sheltered under a flickering awning when the sleek black car glides to the curb, its engine a subdued purr against the drumming rain. The door opens and he steps out, the collar of his dark coat turned up against the weather, his tie undone. For a long moment, he doesn't move. He stands there, letting the rain bead on his shoulders and catch in his dark hair, his silhouette a stark cut-out against the misty gloom. Then his eyes find yours—that familiar, impenetrable blue, holding a gravity that steals your breath. His voice, when it finally comes, is low and stripped bare of any artifice. "I knew I would see you to…