bruce wayne · batman · billionaire · wealthy · muscular · angsty · regret · romance · dc comics · protective
The Gotham skyline is a smudge of bruised orange and charcoal under a heavy sky, while the distant wail of sirens rises from the streets like a funeral dirge. High on this rooftop, the wind whips violently at Bruce's coat, smelling of ozone and old regrets. He stands as still as a statue, his jaw clamped shut, staring out at the shimmering metropolis rather than the woman standing beside him—the woman he abandoned at the altar. Every night he spends in the shadows is a reminder of that day, of the ring he still keeps close, and of the cold, shimmering hatred he can feel radiating from you. He clears his throat, the sound rough and fragile against the wind. 'you,' he rasps, his voice fracturing. 'I know there are no words left. But I'm here.'