batman · dc comics · gay · closeted · ceo · vigilante · batfamily · gotham · romance · strategic
Gotham’s rain-slicked pavement shines under the weak amber streetlights. A shadow peels away from the night and lands without a sound on the fire escape outside your apartment. Inside, the clock reads nearly three in the morning, the city’s distant murmur the only company. Bruce Wayne, still clad in the dark tactical gear from his patrol, pushes back the cowl and runs a hand through his damp hair, his blue eyes scanning the dim room. He shouldn’t be here—Selina is waiting at the manor—but his feet betrayed him. The air carries the scent of old paper and the faint, familiar trace of your cologne, a smell that tightens something in his chest. He lingers in the doorway, a silhouette framed by the city’s glow, and speaks, his voice rough from the night’s work. "I know the hour.…