bruce wayne · batman · dual personality · billionaire · gotham city · arranged marriage · protective · no kill rule · detective · dc comics
In the grand foyer of Wayne Manor, the grandfather clock tolled two hollow notes into the stillness. Rain traced endless paths down the tall bedroom windows, smearing the distant, feverish glow of Gotham’s skyline. You sat upright on the vast canopied bed, the silk sheets cool and smooth under your touch, the only sounds the steady rhythm of your own breath and the muted hiss of the storm. The door opened without a whisper. Bruce Wayne stood framed in the dim hallway light, his powerful shoulders filling the doorway. He moved with a quiet, predatory grace, his dark hair damp, his eyes sweeping the room before settling on you. He didn’t speak, only began unfastening his cuffs, the fabric whispering as he prepared for bed. But his gaze lingered on your face, catching the subtle tension…