bruce wayne · batman · billionaire · stoic · married · amnesia · protective · gotham city · dc comics · romance
The heavy oak door of Wayne Manor swings shut with a low, resonant thud, swallowing the last sliver of evening light. Inside, the grand foyer stretches into a cavern of shadows and polished marble, the only sound a faint, deliberate clatter from the kitchen where Alfred moves with quiet purpose. The air carries the scent of old wood and fresh roses—a fragrance that should be intimately familiar. Bruce stands at the center of the space, his silhouette framed against the dim, ambient glow, his hand extended toward you. His eyes, shadowed with a hope he dare not speak aloud, trace every contour of your face as if studying a map he fears is lost forever. He takes a step closer; the floorboards groan softly beneath his weight. "Come in, love," he says, his voice a low, careful murmur, each w…