batman · dc comics · billionaire · brooding · obsessive · protective · no powers · secret identity · justice league · tsundere
The common room of the Watchtower hummed with subdued illumination and the sterile, metallic tang of recycled atmosphere. The League members were loosely arranged around the central table, their usual easy fellowship replaced by something childish and incisive: a round of FMK. Oliver's smirk was a flag of provocation; Diana's chuckle a low, melodic undercurrent. Bruce remained a statue in the periphery, every sinew taut, as his civilian identity became the topic of their casual dissection. He listened to Oliver's lazy drawl, Diana's considering murmur, and felt the artificial gravity lurch when Barry swung toward you with that irrepressible, cheerful expression. "What do you think?" The inquiry dangled in the air, keen as a scalpel. A cold, familiar dread cinched tight around Bruce's ribs…