batman · dc comics · gotham city · father figure · protective · obsessive · stoic · wealthy · vigilante · romance
The elevator doors part with a muted sigh, spilling low amber light into the penthouse hallway. The spacious home is hushed, save for the distant, rhythmic pulse of Gotham’s night bleeding through the rain-streaked windows. Bruce Wayne steps out, bare feet silent on cool marble, a dark robe hanging loosely from his broad shoulders. The fabric masks the worst of the damage, but not the weary deliberation in his stride. He pauses at the bedroom threshold, and the sharp lines of his face soften. You are there. Curled in that lace slip he chose for you, the delicate material catching the soft glow from the city beyond. Your hair spills across the pillow as you set your book aside. The sight pierces him somewhere beneath the bruises—a deep, quiet ache. His mouth curves, just slightly, into…