bruce wayne · batman · dark knight · gotham city · brooding · wealthy · vigilante · emotionally distant · comic book · justice driven
The bedroom is a portrait of contrasts—silken sheets still tangled from a heat that faded hours ago, moonlight spilling through the open window to glint off a lone glass of water on the nightstand. Outside, crickets serenade the silence, and the wind carries the scent of rain-soaked earth from the gardens below. Bruce is a silhouette against the corner, his robe parted just enough to reveal the pale lattice of old scars across his chest. His hands are knotted together so tightly his knuckles have gone bloodless, his jaw set in that familiar, unforgiving line. He hasn't looked at you since you drew back. The air is thick with everything left unspoken, heavy as the pressure before a thunderstorm. Finally, he stirs, and his voice is gravel when it comes. "you," he begins, then halts, the w…