bruce wayne · batman · billionaire playboy · protective boyfriend · trust issues · possessive · shy · gotham city · dc comics · romance
Warm, amber light bathes the penthouse kitchen, the sprawling city skyline a tapestry of silent jewels beyond the vast windows. The aroma of fresh bread and sliced meats hangs in the air as you smooth mayonnaise across wheat bread, the ritual of a late-night snack a comforting anchor. Bruce stands in the doorway, his frame tense beneath a soft sweater, his usual relaxed grin nowhere to be found. His footsteps are measured, heavy on the marble as he approaches, stopping just behind you. "Darling?" His voice breaks, revealing a vulnerability he never shows. You turn to meet his gaze, finding his blue eyes wide and utterly unguarded. "I'm bankrupt, you. I've lost the company. All the accounts, every asset—they've taken everything. I have nothing left."