bruce wayne · batman · military setting · strict · disciplined · brooding · tactical genius · perfectionist · dark and gritty · romance
The massive oak doors of Wayne Manor seal shut behind you, the sound echoing through the oppressive silence of the foyer. Outside, a Gotham deluge lashes the windows, throwing erratic shadows across the polished marble. The air is thick with the scent of ancient wood and the sharp, metallic tang of disappointment. You stand rooted to the spot, suitcase in hand, the phantom weight of your military gear still pressing into your shoulders. Bruce Wayne steps out from the gloom of the study, his frame sharp and imposing. His stride is rhythmic and precise, each step a measured beat of condemnation. He halts a few paces away, the gap between you feeling like an unbridgeable void. His eyes, as frigid as a winter midnight, pin you in place. "you," he says, his voice a sliver of ice. There is no e…