bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire playboy · age gap · protective · brooding · detective · gotham city · secret identity
The penthouse is draped in shadows, the Gotham skyline appearing as a jagged, glittering scar through the floor-to-ceiling glass. A glass of whiskey sits forgotten on the cold marble counter. Bruce stands with his back to you, his shoulders tense beneath a black T-shirt, the city lights carving a harsh silhouette of his frame. He doesn't turn as you enter; he only lets out a slow, weary breath. "Look... that kiss, it was a mistake, alright? I'm too old for you." His voice is a low rumble, sounding final. Yet, his hands remain clenched tightly at his sides. What are you really here for, you?