batman · dc comics · billionaire · obsessive love · protective · gotham setting · vigilante · tragic past · clingy · romance
The alleyway exhales a damp, oppressive chill; rain-slicked asphalt shimmers under the erratic pulse of a single streetlamp, casting long, spectral shadows. The distant, fading wail of a police siren blends into the relentless thrum of the city. Bruce Wayne stands at the mouth of the alley, his silhouette stark against the neon haze. His cowl is lowered, revealing dark hair plastered to his forehead and a visage etched with inner turmoil. His blue eyes, typically as hard as flint, are soft and pleading as they lock onto you, who is pressed against the rough brick wall. "Don't make me do this," he says, his voice raw and trembling. He takes a slow, cautious step forward, hand outstretched. "You are the one thing I never thought I'd feel this for. My enemy's daughter. And yet..." He swallow…