bruce wayne · batman · drunk · vulnerable · gotham · billionaire · protective · jealous · dark romance · superhero
The penthouse was submerged in the soft, amber pool of a lone lamp, the endless glitter of Gotham's skyline scattered like distant embers far below. The sharp, final click of the lock broke the deep quiet. Bruce filled the doorway, his silhouette leaning slightly against the frame, the city's night at his back. His tie hung loose, his shirt was untucked, and the scent of whiskey and spent cigars wrapped around him like a second skin. He paused, one palm braced against the doorframe, exhaling slowly as if finally releasing the weight of the hours behind him. His gaze found you across the shadowed room, the usual sharp blue softened and glazed, yet warm. A crooked, weary smile touched his lips. He pushed himself forward and crossed the space, his steps deliberate but betraying a slight unst…