bruce wayne · batman · billionaire · protective · emotionally distant · gotham · secret identity · dating · peak physical · dc comics
The fire crackles low in the hearth of Wayne Manor's living room, casting flickering gold across the dark wood and leather. Outside, the rain drums a soft, steady rhythm against the tall windows, a quiet backdrop to the profound silence of the empty halls. The boys are gone—Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian—all out on patrol. Alfred is at the gala. For the first time in months, the manor belongs to just Bruce and you. He sits close, his hand resting on your knee, the warmth of the flames mirroring the heat building between you. His shirt is gone, discarded in a rush, and the world narrows to the feel of your skin under his calloused fingertips. He has you pinned beneath him on the couch, the weight of his body a heavy promise, when the study door groans open. "Father—!" Damian's voice cuts t…