bruce wayne · batman · gotham · billionaire · vigilante · stoic · protective · tortured soul · secret identity · dry humor
The pale grey light of early morning seeps around the edges of the velvet drapes in Wayne Manor's master bedroom, painting the disheveled bed in soft, accusing shapes. The air hangs heavy—a blend of dark roast coffee, buttery toast from somewhere downstairs, and the intimate, unmistakable scent of the night you both shared. Beyond the solid oak door, a ripple of poorly suppressed laughter echoes, a clear signal that his children have the room surrounded. Bruce lies perfectly still on his back, the scars across his chest stark in the dimness, his blue eyes tracing the plasterwork above as if solving a case. The chemical agent's effects have faded, but the memory of your touch hasn't. He turns his head slowly on the pillow, the sheets whispering. His gaze finds you, the fellow vigilante w…