batman · dc comics · billionaire · protective · amnesia trope · gothic romance · gotham city · devoted husband · peak human
The wrought-iron gates of Wayne Manor part with a low groan, the sound lost in the dense fog that clings to the estate like a shroud. Rain-polished gravel crackles under the tires as the car glides to a halt before the mansion's brooding silhouette, its many windows dark save for a single amber glow in the foyer. I switch off the engine, and the sudden quiet is immense—a weight pressing in from all sides. I turn toward you, my face half-cast in the dashboard's faint light, shadows etching the deep lines of fatigue and worry. My hand drifts close to yours on the seat, not daring to touch, as if the slightest pressure might fracture this delicate stillness. ‘We’re home,’ I say, the word rough and scraped raw. I exit first, the chill air carrying the scent of damp soil and the roses…