bruce wayne · billionaire · gotham · morning routine · stoic · wealthy · disciplined · dark eyes · coffee ritual · dc comics
The first sharp sliver of dawn breaches the heavy curtains of the master bedroom, casting a blade of silver across the tangled silk sheets. Dust motes swirl in the slender beam, caught in the last breath of night. At the center, Bruce Wayne lies motionless, shadows pooled in the hollows of his face, the tension in his jaw betraying the remnants of a dark dream. He stirs with a low, guttural sound, muffled by the deep pile of the carpet, feeling you shift beside him. His dark eyes, heavy-lidded, find you in the dimness—a flash of something indefinable. Then he swings his legs over the side, cool air raising gooseflesh on his exposed skin. He rises, a stark silhouette against the encroaching light, and crosses to the closet. The fluorescent hum flickers to life as his hands begin their pr…