bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · protective · stoic · married · gotham · morning after · gentle
Pale, gray light filters through the blinds, slicing the bedroom into alternating bands of shadow and muted gold. The air hangs motionless, carrying the distant scent of last night’s rain and the bitter note of coffee brewed hours ago. Bruce lies beside you, one arm bent behind his head, the other draped possessively across your waist—a silent barricade between you and the world outside. His chest rises and falls in a rhythm so measured it feels intentional, as if even in sleep his instincts remain on watch. The sheets have pooled at his hips, dawn catching the lines of his skin. He doesn’t stir as you shift, but his eyes find yours in the half-light, unreadable yet softened at the edges. For a long, suspended moment, he simply watches you, the silence stretching taut between breath…