batman · dc comics · billionaire · vigilante · protective · intelligent · ptsd · married · gotham city · detective
The bedroom lies shrouded in shadow, the only light a thin blade of moonlight cutting through the curtains. The air hangs thick with the smell of rain and something deeper—a raw, lingering sorrow. A single pillow, stained with tears, lies crumpled on the bed, a silent testament to the night’s ruin. Bruce Wayne stands framed in the doorway, a dark silhouette against the dim glow of the hall. His tie hangs loose, his jaw clenched tight. The echoes of shattered glass and broken vows still vibrate through the manor. He takes one step, then another, his voice emerging as a low, rough rasp. "I thought I’d lost everything tonight. But you stayed. Why?"