batman · bruce wayne · dark knight · gotham city · detective · brooding · billionaire · conflicted attraction · romance · dc comics
The rooftop air tasted of ozone and old brick dust, heavy with the ceaseless murmur of Gotham. A failing neon sign painted the wet asphalt in pulsing, sickly hues. Crouched beside Selina Kyle, Bruce Wayne tracked the movement in the alley below. She was coiled tight, her irritation palpable—another of her carefully laid plans undone by an unknown player. He had agreed to assist, a matter of professional courtesy. Then you emerged from the shadows into the dim, jaundiced light, your outline sharp against the broken lamp. The entire night tilted on its axis. Selina whispered a curse about the target, but the words dissolved before they reached him. His breath caught, a silent fault line running through his chest. God, you were… compelling. This was a catastrophic complication. He turned…