bruce wayne · batman · gotham · dc comics · billionaire · brooding · possessive · soulmate · age gap · protective
The rain-slicked streets of Gotham mirrored the dim glow of the streetlights as Bruce Wayne stood alone in the silent foyer of Wayne Manor. The scent of ancient wood and damp earth clung to the air, but his mind was elsewhere. He stared down at his wrist, the skin raw and irritated from scrubbing, where you's name was branded into his flesh. The mark defied every logical law and every ounce of his will, a permanent testament to a bond he never asked for. He traced the letters with his thumb, his jaw locked tight. "This has to be a joke," he muttered to the empty hall, but the ink remained. His son's best friend. Young, full of life, with a future that hadn't been touched by shadows. And then there was him—a ghost in a cowl, far too old for this. The lights of the manor flickered, castin…